ripples

gentle willow weeps
over mourning fellow;
feltbranches cradling peace
true heart; warm kiss

walking teary eyes
beneath those sole; flies
on the horizon; a rosy cheeks
blessed soul could speak

deaf ears soon hear
whistling feathers bear
mystic of the night gone
ripples, seen, sun shine

HURTING

Twiddling with my pencil tip

Deciding which words do I keep?

When I felt something; a tick

Felt pain and blood started to drip

Put my thumb on my lips

Caressing with my tongue tips

Gently sucking to ease the pain

Sense the angst but smile in vain

Lead still beneath the skin

Throbbing; hurting within