My Alphabets

My alphabets are jewelled figurines
Like stars dripping shimmering confetti on a magnolia vignette 

I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories 
syllables of Monet flame a potpourri of poesies 
the galaxy crochets a borealis in my solstice day serenading my rosette fire 
the kaleidoscopic eloquence of my syllables dance into a mantle of chrome waltzing a phonographic euphoria 

my quill etch’s  a musky interlude radiating scarlet tears on an amaryllis parchment.

Loss

heart stopping moment;
the many times my heart skipped a beat
at the thought of you 
nevertheless, I am alive in the silence 

#loss #death 

Smart As

He thought IQ was to get in line ..