On a swing in the dark with a glass of wine

Seated on suspended ropes
I hang mid air
Swinging in all directions
Not touching
But too close to the ground

Drops drops everywhere
White glistening sparkling ones
They drench my dress
Oh the stench
Such a scent

The silent shadow holds the ropes
The swinging continues
It's a play of light
Not real
It looms anyway
Raising hope

Shadow's waiting
Seated away
There but not there yet

Swinging continues
Up up up in the air

See-Saw

November '10

misty mountains
serenades of sonnets
instantly spreading blotting ink
dropping drops of loneliness
drip drip drop drop
up you go
down you go
seesaw seesaw
mood swings