Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Flowers & Sonnets

Flowers & Sonnets (which this is not)

I'll write you sonnets,
         if you'll witness
vacuous beauty, hollow words
         contained, restrained
by structure ever toiling
         to find meaning
                   ~
Run amok
         in a field of words,
harvesting
         life's little treasures
unkempt, sprawling,
         dreams fall out from
pants' pockets
         before I shove
each green-legged
         blooming thing
in your tall glass
         with my water
of words.

orig. 1.9.20
rewrite 9.23.20

I didn't say who was picking the flowers...