A FIELD OF BLUEBONNETS

I walk in a field of Bluebonnets.

I thought to compose for them sonnets.

The sweet fragrance fills my soul

until I am again whole.

I feel tired as I smile

like I’ve walked a full mile.

I will make my bed

and lay down my head.

My thoughts drift so slow and low,

somewhere over the rainbow…

THIS WALL

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 THIS WALL

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.