Little Imps...

Little Imps

I have no sensibility, when it comes to writing I’m a fool...

Words to me are like little imps

They jump about twist and turn 

They hop and pop and skip

going bump upon each other

unaware.

They often sit so silently alone and they stare…

and so this poem to you I bring

in the silent dead of night.

Words, to me, they are not friends--

they fill me with fright.


[Just having FUN with words! We have had a lot of fog lately (this is a previously never shared photo) however my camera is 'on the blink' until I get back from my vacation and then some!]

lg :-) 


...I am hoping that your summer is going along...swimmingly!

Inventing Soap

I wish I had invented soap

now what a thing to do

each time a person washes clean

those vibes come back to you

I wish I had invented pearls

with luster and with sheen

strung up about the finest of necks

now that would be so keen...

I wish I had invented the car

the plane the fire or the wheel

Each one a miracle (of sort) which 'make' us

all so happy-such a deal

I wish I had invented Tupperware

gravy or some heels

instead of lazing all about or feigning

just spinning my wheels.

[And so I write this poem instead,
my offering to you ( I'll leave it to you to 'invent the wheel' )
...The tread of tires going 'round and 'round
Sweet Jesus--how it feel]
                                                   © K.Annie Powell

She's Too Much...

It's me...in another life, 

just hanging about~

'stylin' (again.) 

Always a girl.

:-)

louvregirl

[...Really sweltering in the  

heavy heat, 

here, I'm afraid.
It is fast approaching 90 here 
(we have NO A.C.)
...Wish I was right now sitting 
at the base of my header shot!
The mist would feel 
soooo good.
Hello all. Hope that 
your weekend 
is running along
smoothly!
:-0]