Sock It To Me!
CXXXVII.
Tickle me toes,
Cuddle me soles,
The season is upon us.
When winter blasts
My toesies chill
But socksie keep 'em warm.
I love my socks
And they love me
The mystery is beyond us.
Why write of this,
We all may say,
With seriousness all around?
I need a break
And you may too!
The gloom will still abound.
But you know me.
A thought or two
May interknit the stockings.
Perhaps some peeks
Into the heart ~
But nothing very shocking!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Ends in startings.
Starts in endngs.
Epitome
Of symmetry.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Hop scotch is
A game
Of Life.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Fruitful life
Goes begging
While
Futile life
Is fed.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
It is not
Every day
You find the one
Who fits exactly.
But when you do,
Every day’s
Transformed for you.
_____© Nellieanna H. Hay
I've no need
To defend
That whose whole being
Is its own defense
And no desire
To defend
The indefensible.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
paradox
Cling not to dreams
Nor to realities.
There is substance
Unperceived,
Awaiting non-pre-ception,
Passive still.
Play with forms,
Tweek formulas,
Relationships cajole.
The stuff is at
Your fingertips,
Just beyond control.
Supply your spark of life
To find.
What's unperceived
Is in design,
What's pre-conceived
Is far behind,
Half-remembered
In God's mind,
Imprinted on your soul.
It is - but is not yet -
Perfection.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Who?
Briefly
A case
Of mistaken identity.
I'm really me!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
