Monday, February 6, 2012


Wordle #42 from The Sunday Whirl


He’s dubious,
Not to be trusted,
With a petulant manner 
Of a rotten child,
He’s latching onto her,
She darts away, 
Covering her metallic heart,
But his youth billows,
Melting her rebellion,
For a brief moment
Fusing the staccato
Of the two lives
Into one.
Then he leaves, 
And she’s left with
Another scar to treasure
In ruins and exile.

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur