Still trying to dip my toe into poetry.
Shiny and brindled,
curled into a soft pillow,
my lovely pup waits.
Televised drama
distracts from the personal
but what a relief.
Smell the roses they say,
but what if your fields are bare,
and no rain mists down?
I have blemishes,
picking at them does little,
but how else can I heal?
Fuzzy moss covers
slick, shiny, and off-white rocks.
Time to grab bristles.
(Prompt by me)
Photo source
Shiny and brindled,
curled into a soft pillow,
my lovely pup waits.
Televised drama
distracts from the personal
but what a relief.
Smell the roses they say,
but what if your fields are bare,
and no rain mists down?
I have blemishes,
picking at them does little,
but how else can I heal?
Fuzzy moss covers
slick, shiny, and off-white rocks.
Time to grab bristles.
(Prompt by me)
Photo source
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