Friday, April 24, 2015

Mimi-Mona Romantic Poetry: Taxi Flats

©Taxi Flats
Mimi Wolske
All Rights Reserved
Bags packed, I'm running toward my dreams,
Something I've been planning for weeks.
Sharing words with you of my contentment...
I thought of it a thousand times.
Yes, it's simplistic but true, I could be
Safe in the shadows but never quite free,
And there are other places I could go but
None where I could stay if I didn't belong.

Putting on my Taxi flats
Picking up my bags and
That framed memory of you

Bandaged heels prevent road blisters;
Is it such a long way to my future?
The sweet, gentle breath of Zephyrus
Wreathes a comforting fragrance of
flowers around my gypsy heart
Staying the reveries of your many
Letters and photographs of days
spent in your attentive embraces.

Putting on my Taxi flats
Picking up my bags and
That framed memory of you

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry: The Butcher

©The Butcher
Mimi Wolske
All Rights Reserved

It cried, it screamed
Barely audible sounds
Above those of
Its cruel abuser
It was pain unexpected
No way to protect itself
Blood and tears streamed
From its wounds
Stubs left pruned all
The way to and
Flush with its main trunk
Its protective arms
Worry now for
Its inability to promote
Proper callous tissue
To form and seal
Its many wounds
And for the potential of
Disease and decay
Haphazard butchery
Amateur Hour at its worse
Doesn't the inexperienced
Aborist know
Lower branches help promote
Proper trunk tapering
And makes for a
Stronger tree