Time,
a funny grain
that gets stuck
like a piece of
grit between
clenched teeth.
And spitting never helps, so purse
your lips
tightly.
Dreams,
A fickle fable
held in high esteem
as you tell the story
of a wonderful what-if
while the stars loftly
laugh at you in the dark ink blot above.
Grip the grass you lay upon
as the earth tilts just ever so.
Love,
Oh love,
Where for art thou?
Romeo was a fool to seek
a party where all the players
knew their part while all the
while Juliet had cotton stuffed
in her ears like a silly Teddy bear,
seeing only your pretty little
mouth move without a
sound.
By Philip Wardlow 2017
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 
Ah I really love this one!♡♡
Thank you C…. 🙂 I have blocked in my writing for awhile… Trying to unblock…unlock….give in you might say… Hope to continue giving in…
Unblock soon because you are marvelous
Definitely trying…. I am kind of the exact opposite of most writers meaning if a writer’s personal life is not so good they tend to write more. I tend to right less if my personal life is not so good. trying to get there…we shall see… thanks C
I totally get that. I think I’m half-and-half, if i’m really happy I don’t write, if I’m really sad I don’t write, it’s the grey middle-ground that gets me writing. I hope you are okay, PM me if you want, either way just know your WP friends miss you and appreciate you
Thanks Candice…. I have a hard time leaning on people but I will bother Ya though sometime perhaps… Appreciate the comments..you are a good friend .Xo….here’s to the Big grey middle area !!! 🙂
Especially since you always ask me to rely upon you, don’t be a Hype-O-crite my talented friend it cuts both ways!
Touche Mon Amie 🙂 so noted.