Four Lines
Wealth when given to fruits and nuts rests not on the truth of a claim, for health surely is always gained by cleansing the mess in one’s guts. -Lynne
Wealth when given to fruits and nuts rests not on the truth of a claim, for health surely is always gained by cleansing the mess in one’s guts. -Lynne
The scent of ripe peach cures your health; the doctor retreats from apples. Food fights our organic battles among the fruits and nuts for wealth. -Lynne
Four lines find ways to comic speech by reading earnest delusions which sell your way with illusions of health through the scent of ripe peach. -Lynne
Too tired to stop for breath I reach for will to slow to a wander. Less hard to stop while I ponder a four lines’ path to comic speech. -Lynne
I wade waters of life and death which each day lap around my knees. I stumble blind through hidden weeds too tired to stop and reach for breath. -Lynne
With time’s passing everything fades, but still I must never forget it’s easier to smile than fret what life or death waters I wade. -Lynne
Who catches? Is someone coming? The world snaps back hocus-pocus, eyes instead of the eye focus. Is that dying? It’s too stunning. -Lynne
White bursts while the eye watches. Transfixed, floating, the mind reviews choices, regrets, what’s left to do. Is someone coming? Who catches? -Lynne
Eye turned prism sees light reversed, spread colors returned to whole white. Look at this! Look at this!…this sight, while the eye watches white burst. -Lynne
