That delusion
Age is a mirror /
Reflecting a passing thought /
Breath fogs the photons.
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Daily Archives: April 2, 2021
Poem: “Fat cells”
Fat cells
Fat cells live on /
Like the lyrics of a song /
Stuck in your ear. /
One from which you can’t get clear./
Fat cells live forever /
In fair or stormy weather, /
Regardless of if or whether /
You’d pack them away like winter sweaters. /
Fat cells never die, /
Nor really ever fry. /
Sweat them you may try, /
Butt they remain on hips and thighs. /
Fat cells are gleeful /
Thick and sticky as treacle. /
They can even be deceitful /
And they never say goodbye.
Filed under 2021, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Photo finish Friday: “Asleep on her throne”
Asleep upon her throne /
The cat who came to dinner. /
All that was without /
Now purrs deep within her./
Approach upon bended knee /
Should you be around /
And be sure your face /
Is suitably pointed down.
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