Friday, May 29, 2009
A wish for you through a wisp of verse
A tiny secret. Despite everything I love to do, I am & will remain a writer at heart, lounging ever so slightly to the poet's side of a slipper chair I curl up in. For fear of laughter I rarely unleash my wisps of words on those unsuspecting & whom I've never eaten ice cream with (one bowl, 2 two spoons is a true test of friendship...not for germs but for sharing the creamy, dreamy treat) but this photo of a bathroom that I've swooned over & did so again today on My Sweet Savannah had me so entranced I tripped up & slipped a piece out onto the blogosphere.
pure grace salts releasing scentsations in ribbons
tangling 'round my sonatas
baroque & buoyant
only to be touched on the shoulder
by the cool prosecco as it crisply wisps across my tongue
a treasure, this tranquil escape
May your weekend be as wonderful a cocoon as my bath would, will be.
Much love to all....