postdated

that was a

funny valentine –

will you be mine?

no, I don’t mean now,

but perhaps sometime.

~ Swann Lavender ~

2-10-15

wandered

her main inspiration
seems to have
wandered away,
and though he was
the best so far,
and she misses him,

either one will do

if the poem fits,

bare it,

or

bear it.

either one will do.

~ Swann Lavender ~

2-2-15

3Rs

I want to read

with you,

write with you,

find out how much

heart petals

he loves her, he loves

her not. she loves him, she loves

him not. on it goes . . .

~ Swann Lavender

1-1-15

show me your happy

you just want a toy for your shelf,
a thing to bring down when
you’d like to play

turn around, let me look at you
stay still so I can hold you
show me your Happy

butterflies

since our eyes first met,

I’ve had butterflies. thoughts of

love with coloured wings.

~ Swann Lavender

1-23-13

The Power of Words – a series of haiku

She asked her mother,
“Am I pretty?” The answer —
“It doesn’t matter.”

She took that as a
“No.” Fragile confidence hurled
crashing to the floor.

A Bruised Petal

Would you be angry with a tender petal
that bruised under the pressure of your grasp?
Yet at my expression of hurt, frustration,
you turn your dagger eyes towards me,
aim your piercing words,
shattering the shelter of trust
you’ve been rebuilding
in more thoughtful hours.

in the steps of Abigail

past hash marks on the stones,
five sets of five, three alone,
she nears the gate
guarded by two words voiced in
innocence, full of hope, trust, love,
not wisely, but too well.

loose ends

loose ends, scene fragments,

I’m slipping, can’t get a grasp

on our storyline

~ Swann Lavender
1-11-15