Friday, October 13, 2006


Twixt illness and strife
my ill-conceived life
is much more unsound than the norm
so I delve into any old form
to shelter myself from the storm
whose inclement rages are rife
with droplets honed sharp as a knife
that slash like a sentient swarm
but I remain cozily warm
ensconced in a flowery dorm.


Anonymous said...

May all your flowers have healing powers! Take care of yourself. Shirley

Julie Jordan Scott said...

Love the slashed/sentient line... beautiful.

My Thursday Think Tank Poem.

Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup said...

Short and sweet and oh so true...

Enjoy those flowers....they smell heavenly! :)

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

flowery worm,
warm words,
beautiful imaginations...
thanks for the fun read.

Cynthia said...

Oh, this is a charming poem! The
rhyme scheme is lilting.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


I'm pleased to read that sanctuary was gained 'in the flowery dorm', at a time of need.
An excellent sharing of this experience.
Best wishes,

rch said...

Haha hey thanks you guys, aren't words just wonderful?

Diane T said...

I love the flowery ceiling dome! A most admirable poem!

Carrie Van Horn said...

Your rhyme is always awesome and refreshing to read! :-)