In Search Of The Perfect Woman

Photo by Jona 162 @ pixabay

He could have sworn he saw her there
A vision of beauty fine and fair

He could have sworn he saw her there
Curvaceous body and flaxen hair

He could have sworn he saw her there
He stole a glance, he didn’t stare

He could have sworn her saw her there
Should he speak, did he dare?

He could have sworn he saw her there
Until she vanished into thin air

 

Sadje’s What Do You See #220

In The War Zone

Photo by Greyerbaby @ Pixabay

They’re coming, coming for me
I must move along, I must flee

They’re coming, coming for me
I have to find a safe place to be

They’re coming, coming for me
I’m just a small child, can’t they see

They’re coming, coming for me
I only wish to be happy and free

They’re coming, coming for me
I’m begging on bended knee

They’re coming, coming for me
Can’t they just let us be

 

Sadje’s What Do You See #212

Practice Makes Perfect

Photo by mbll. @ Pixabay

The rising sun
Aligned just right
Radiated through
The bare tree branches

Illuminating the cool morning mist
With an amber glow
As it lifted slowly
From the expanse of meadow

While a passing cloud
Lazily draped itself
Atop the lone tree

A fitting final touch
To a masterful composition

Satisfied at last with Her work
Mother Nature moved on
To Her next blank canvas

 

Sadje’s What Do You See #209