Will-O-The-Wisp…

    To pause,
to stop and ponder,
just allowing the mind
freedom to wander.
As a will-o-the-wisp,
a chain of thought
which continues
to grow until
  you are caught,
                                          holding                                                            
                                                  the                                                     
                                                   tail,                                          
                                                     trying                              
                                                           hard                         
                                                     to remember,                                
where this all started,
what fired the ember.
LadyP©2014

Time and Again…

                    Do
        you
ask           
  yourself questions,
then answer them true
as you wonder what time 
has in store for you?                  
Does time really matter                   
in the grand scheme of things           
as days flit by on gossamer wings?
Try as you might,                              
time ignores your will         
evading your grasp,     
‘twill                            
never            
stand
            still.
LadyP ©2014

Combustion…

              When  I  allow                                                  
                                                          my                                                                                   
                                               thoughts                                             
                                                                         to                                                               
                                                                 roam                                      
                                                           free,                                      
                                          ideas                                 
                                       abound                                                
                                    they come to me.                                
Most circle and
await their turn
whilst others
self combust
and burn.
A shame I know,
for maybe those were the best
that I would ever compose!
LadyP©2013

Well Wishing…

A pen
to hold, a page
to write, a mind to think,
an idea shines bright, words quickly flow
to begin the tale, 
about a

with it’s hanging pail. Imagination
is unbound, with the sky the limit,
or deep underground, as a coin
is dropped, a wish is made, 
too late to worry
or be dismayed,
the time has passed,
your fears abound,  as now you hear
the splashing sound, what happens next
is up to you, what did you wish for?…
and will it come true?
LadyP©2013

Bubbles Bright…

  Have    
           you ever            
                             felt so happy                                 
          that you feel your           
heart could burst?  
that you could poke  
Fate in the eye ,
tell him to do his worst.  
   You know the feeling fades away,     
as floating bubbles shining bright…
but first they give such joy to see   
iridescent colours forged by light…
LadyP©2013