Dance under these
Infinitely numbered
Stars.
Tomorrow is not guaranteed.
Read a book and go skinnydipping
And make love under a perfect
Crescent moon.
These simple pleasures
Infuse our souls with more life.
Only mad busy fools are
Not enjoying such beautiful distractions.
About the Creator
Miles Pen
I'm a Native American artist and storyteller who enjoys creating new things.
* Nitsiniiyi'taki ("I Thank You" in Blackfeet)
The Singer So Shy
She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
By Judah LoVato7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Beautiful. Less is more approach. Appreciate the moment :)
I’ve never gone skinny dipping but I enjoyed reading your poem.