Not this summer...this is over a decade old
Skies of sapphire, still warm seas of teal.
the sun's embrace has overmuch of zeal,
rejection of the voice of duty: work.
I'm here to cool my heels, all tasks I shirk.
Fascinating dazzles in the water
Indolence's child! I am Sloth's daughter!
The word of toil has no integrity.
Confess, you'd rather take the sun with me.
It is absurd how fast runs out this day
when will I get another chance to play?
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
