march – Thistle Thoughts

Some Spring Poem

…the airy muslin
of the Spring death shroud…

I wanted to wake up,
but I’m a glutton
for seeing how things
turn out

I think of my muses,
my inspirations,
the best ones
who weathered
their own tribulations

Somebody’s fingerprints
might leave a message.

this could be
viewed as a
re-visitation
of the glory days

I am ready to talk about quarantine.

reminiscing on
eyeliner so thick
everyone will know
you’re crying

We’ve been running on fumes the past couple of days.

…Torn apart is an expression
Best kept hidden
Worn by worn down women…

an onyx vision
while white doves
witness from the parapet