Relevancy comes in two tones – discretion and impetuousness
Sitting in the muse of my existence
Shadowing the lucrative limelight that surrounds me (I’m not impressed)Cycles swarming
Vast peaches falling
Spilling
Juice
Down
the corridor of my mind
Flowers seem as deceptive
As the breeze simmering through my lips
Blowing…
As if there was a fingertip
Pushing the words
balancing shades
Of sorrow
And the not to mentions
Of tomorrow
Shaking the difference
Of logic and the emotion filled
flagging it up to
A whistle blown…
Jen Juice 