Mimi-Mona Romantic Poetry: Taxi Flats

©Taxi Flats

Mimi Wolske

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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

Mimi-Mona Poetry: The Butcher

©The Butcher

Mimi Wolske

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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