still buds
already the lily perfume
opens
*
walking the fallen log
a fallen
woman
*
the heart
it
seeps
*
diamonds
don’t make it
to the lost and found
*
me, my shadow
attached
unattached
*
better to be lost
she thought
stepping out of the lines
*
running
my laugh
on my heels
*
here
there
a day leaks through them
a seeping heart. ¡ay caramba! why haven’t i ever thought of that? bullseye of the bullseye wordchoice, seeping.
i’m betting you were smiling moreso that typical while these were coming to you. (i’m smiling moreso, reading them — danke schoen)
ps. LUUUUUUUV the pic!!!!
That title really pulls them together. The sadness in them is the dominant tone for me, except for the first one, though even there the escape is despite the “still” —
Not sure about that last word: them. It seems to refer to the previous escape, the heels, though I’m guessing that’s not intended, but rather the here and there. Still, I’d get to axe after that them, if I was you (not them):>)