Looking out for a sappy day…

Here we are now getting ready to play,
It’s awake you and I on this sappy day,

I was holding your arms high above the rain,
Every night or day somehow we stray,

Infusion of game gets you every time,
Confusion of blood sips on iodine

Your high rise of love always implodes,
Even as she traveled the globe,

I painted you on but some times off,
You somehow always give me the brush-off,

You call this a sappy day? I call this a bit wacky…

About how life and time can change!

a reply to: JJproductions

Love it, JJ! Short, but much between the lines to unpack.

a reply to: Encia22

Thank you kindly!

a reply to: JJproductions

Lovely poem.

Did you do the art work as well?

a reply to: mblahnikluver

Thank you! That is my friends painting. She is amazing. I do art but it’s from birch trees. Here is mine.