this isn’t perfect but I like the sound of it. you may need dropbox to listen to it. click – download  and open.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/ov66xslkubjdiow/weeping%20willow.wma

a center of attention –

free of charge

and in love with words.

choose a particular

piece of clothing

to bring unity,

empowerment,

at its most creative

in the fabric of freedom.

sometimes a lens

with a bright light

to mimic the effect of the sun

to leave a focus

on yourself rather than the audience.

no man is an island,

but when the journey’s wheel

is stuck in the rain,

it should never beat alone.

no man is an island,

but life’s tragedies

can dig ditches

all the way around you

and isolate your pain.

no man is an island,

but in the fight

he is weary and lost,

and ultimately

a woman is what he really needs.

this dark sky

meant for crying

medicates the damage

I can’t console.

the pen like a trigger

for target practice

is a re-load

of a heart all busted up.

like a sad song goes,

I turn my head,

see an empty bed

time after time

to find a way

to wash away the pain.

a little fashion –

like words in satin,

can be as if they drip

with elegance

when they have a little playfulness.

oh so sensual

can be a big day

when they arrive.

like a model on the runway,

it can be heart stopping

and desirable

when words strut

like a little sound track,

as if all at once

romance splashed upon the page

and love won out for a change.

good technique helps

to be a social charmer –

it’s like that in art forms.

sometimes attraction is one more verse,

but the instinct to touch it

is slippery when fingers attempt to.

maybe it needs more shadow

and less movement.

a pinch of love wouldn’t hurt,

but doubt lies in its path

while distancing the faint harmony.

here it dances without a beat

while being solo.