Hands.

[zoolane]

Hands.

Hands clasp my mine, it way you only imagine with such tenderly.
Stroking the way the hardest and cruel of the world.
Cherish the time that is arrived to me for you.
I love have you near me

Only see that I need time for me and others.
I would walked hot coal for you all.
Is to much ask for quiet and me time?

[zoolane]

As you sleep silence.
Like sweet angel you're.
Dream of the summer days on beach.
With the grain stick your hair.
Miss the ball with your pigeon toes.
Swift as you run through sea.
Digger for gold within the sand.
As slow fell in with your spade.

[everyadventure]

"Hands" really spoke to me, because I've often felt that way: I love you, but please please please leave me alone for FIVE MINUTES. Just five minutes!! Very good, Zoo.

[Delta40]

Ugh neediness! You dump me right in the middle of that stuff Zoo!

[PrinceMyshkin]

I like the second of these better. There's such a gentle flow to it.

[zoolane]

Life Insurance.

When I was a sleep.
I dreamed of you.
Floating in the surrounding air.
With a feather in your bow with a devilish grin.

You drop your ash from your burning cancer stick.
With shorten your life span.
I bet you working all the time.
With you doing 72 hours a week.

I wonder what will killed you first.
One good thing.
I will be able to paid of all the debts off at once.
With your life insurance.

[zoolane]

Blade of wax.
Beating down on the paper.
Lines; shapes appear to transforming.
Purpose is not knowing.
The paper is cover;every square inch of it.
With the artist finish the piece.
But what is suppose to be?
I heard you ask.
My answer I haven't got a clue.


Tomato type shape is moving across the patio.
Shall I go have a look?
It has black spots.
I wonder if it dangerous?
Sure not it to small.
I get closer.
It lady bird.
Thank goodness for that.


I wish that I could drift in away in the wind.
To freedom of the pasture.
To faded into the hills.
From hills steep in history of folk lord.
To whisper in my ears.
Of the days of old.
Standing the test of centuries.
With the tribes before.
Now it my turn.
Layers of dirt which reach back to god when.
Under the blankets here could bones?
A item which could tell story.
Who knows?

[everyadventure]

"Cancer stick" is an eerie, creepy phrase... very powerful!!

[zoolane]

Chestnut.

Metal hat sitting on a stone wall.
It had patch of forest green missing.
One gigantic hole in the side.
I got two fingers through it.

I catch sight of the redness strain I ever seen.
The breeze sweep it off the walls.
I gave chase; found myself under old chestnut tree.

I felt chestnut fall on my head.
I notice a shrub green sleeve.
Tie to a middle branch.
'A.G loves J.A.P' engrave in the trunk.
With '2021' next to it.

[Delta40]

Your poetry is always food for thought Zoo. I like the life insurance and ladybird especially. You make me homesick for England.

[Jerrybaldy]

So much to enjoy zoo, your posts always become an outpouring of poem after poem. Doing what I do I really enjoyed your unspoken truth on life assurance, but as always enjoyed it all.