She would be pleased if you could stay for a spoon of tea in your honey...
Spoon of Tea in Your Honey
My Lover is a Sunflower
My Lover is a sunflower, wild and free... She belongs to my garden, and she Loves me...
Crack in the Wall
That night, as I laid bed, stories running through my mind, with a groan and creak, I lifted my head, then I understood, and I cried
This Incorrigible Springtime, Pt. I
It's beautiful, isn't it?//This garden of hardy weeds//This muted symphony//This incorrigible springtime
Promise Me You’ll Go – Revisited
I have never been one to revisit or edit anything I write... but I realized that can be as counter-productive as editing too much, and I know there is a fine line in there somewhere.
This is the beginning of a journey I'm hoping to take regularly not only to improve my writing, but to inspire myself into potentially writing something completely brand new that is more polished and well-thought-out from the very start, and thus improve my writing overall.
This poem was initially written to be turned into a song, and as such, is simple for the sake of rhyme and meter. I tried to maintain that stylistically, to a degree, though I was fighting myself to make it more eloquent yet unwieldy for use as lyrics. I may revisit it again someday and simply make it the best poem it can be. My hope is for this interpretation to clarify some of the meaning intended.
