Unicorns... write to a picture

I Will Write Of Unicorns

I will write of unicorns
rainbows and waterfalls
pink flamingos
misting waters
and fog between the lush green trees.
I see a solitary flower.
I wonder if it is lonely?
But amidst this beauty.......
how could there be loneliness?
©vrd1998

Jack Sprat
had a wife who was fat
he laughed
and that was so mean.
She went on a diet
and then he was quiet.
She was the prettiest girl he had seen.
And though she looked dearer
would not let Jack near her,
She just let him watch as she preened.
She pranced and she strutted
and poor Jack he suffered
as she wiggled in her tight jeans..
But she didn’t care
if she got in his hair
She was beautiful and she was lean
The tables have turned
Jack’s pain he has earned
And Jack’s wife ran off with a king.
©Vrd.7/29/99.

Are We There Yet?

Words attributed to children
but impatience may be the rule
rather than the exception.
At times
in our rush to reach a goal
we take a shortcut
and as a result
lose our way.
Or rocks may be strewn
in the road
making the path
impassable.
In our haste,
instead
of removing the roadblocks,
we take a detour
and forget
where we wanted to go.
Sometimes
we are very late
starting our journey.
How can a destination
be reached
in a lifetime
if a life
didn’t begin on time?
Are we there yet?
Not yet.
Not yet.

©Vrd3/2/99