I ebb,

I flow.

My feelings grow,

Until the words can dance and grow.

I choose 

To loose

My silence, noose

Still leaves a hesitating bruise.

The question occurs to me. In more scifi settings, what makes or breaks your immersion in the story when it comes to tech?

Valiantly face your shadow

Like a namesake gone before.

Royal child of hidden kingdoms,

Seek to hear the Lion's roar.

You're a child of blooming Spring, 

Born for thaw and blooms and singing.

Whisper, will you be back soon?

It's your day today.

I wish I could fish you down the moon,

And wrap it up so come what may

You'd have a gentle light to guide you

When you cannot see a light inside you.

I hope you have Publix Chocolate Cake

And playful paws draped across your shoulders;

And that your ship of life has a first-rate mate

Ready and steady as you grow older.

I'd wish you a future of sushi and sunshine,

And books that wring the best sort of tears.

I'd wish to see your town, I hope you'll see mine

Sometime in our waiting years.

Keep whispering when you cannot shout.

Always let the bells in your heart ring out.

Is the sky pouring down to make soup, or tea?

There are leaves on the ground aplenty,

And floral teas can be pretty neat,

I think.

I drink

My tea with you when we meet;

Your apple-spice, my China black lychee.

Perhaps the warmth helps make our conversation free.

Your tea nook is a weather-map

Of friendships over time.

The chocolate and the berry swap

Tales of places far, and joys sublime.

Rainy days still make us bloom,

Lightning flash and thunder boom

May try to bring the heat

But there is still a lovely story here to eat.

Tricolor wonders slip away,

Lazy tails a-twining

Many kindred here to stay

May be a silver lining

Hey, ho,

Little fears, let them slip your fingers.

Calm your cares with cherries-o 

And it's the taste that lingers

Old homesteads stand empty, near

Childhood land is selling soon

Memories still to make, no fear,

Beneath cicada suns in June

Hey, ho

Little fears, let them slip your fingers.

Calm your cares with cherries-o

And it's the taste that lingers

The boxes have had kittens

And those kittens had grandcats.

They rest their cardboard mittens

On every surface which is flat.

One hardly knows today just where to stand

And where to sit

For all about my parents’ land

The packing-clowder fits.

Soon they'll all be filled and ready

To flock to a new home.

Then the brown and white squares 

Cry ready, set, and

Go somewhere else to roam.

finished this one! It was a reread I hadn't had my hands on since my early teens, and I was relieved to find it as good as I remembered. The title is Shadow Spinner, by Susan Fletcher.

The state has asked for numbers.

This number was a gift.

She passed carefully, generously

As she had lived.

I was worried if I could even take it,

Because my wings are clipped,

My nest lined with charity

From others in the nation.

A lawman told us go ahead,

No need to dread.

And so I took the golden egg,

So small, all in all,

So great to me.

It gilt my house with her reminders.

One last Christmas or birthday box,

Like shopping with her, hand in hand.