The Secret of a Heart

d’Verse Poets – MTB – Repetition
Jilly has us repeating ourselves over at the Pub

There was a heart
With a closed door
That I had never seen before

There was a sign
Upon that door
That I had never seen before

There was a word
The word adore
That I had never seen before

There was a lock
Upon the door
That I had never seen before

There was a key
To reach the core
That I had never seen before

There was a way –
True love secure
That I had never seen before

To just adore
That was the key
That I had never seen before

Now with that key
An open door
That I had never seen before

Confessions of a Night Owl

d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #67 – early
Kim is hosting our Quadrille Monday at the pub this week.


Confessions of a Night Owl

 

There is no early in this bird
No worms to catch
This bird like to snooze in
The early morning
Likes to roll over and catch
A few more winks
This bird hangs with the
Owls – hooting in the dark
Inside a book