poesie on gray mornings

by practicalspactical

it’s easy writing poems on gray mornings
false sympathies with gray clouds make me mopesome
but twisted tongues speak broken lines
and it’s not so hard to write them.

the old pot shattered on the sidewalk,
murky water leaking out
chasing out cracks to hide in,
maybe find a little secret seed waiting somewhere dark
and when laternight the stars come in and take their seats
seed and sap all mixed up will burst together
giggling and bowing at their encore

small flower, full cup, another promise,
sun bright on little boy grinning, green eyes watch and wonder, love