At the bar

The place it's packed from chair to chair
My makeup check, all perfect there.
I sip and wait to see if then
I'll get a look but who, and when
the place, the men, my heart goes fast
Is that a look, a glance, a pass?
It is, he's cute, but will he ask?
Finger quick to hair pull back.
I chance a look, a smile comes by.
IT IS, he's looking this way that.
oh, cute, he has that wavy hair
Those hands,oh my, what a pair.
I look away lest too much chance
and sip again and calm my stance
Am I too forward looking there?
Will he ask; Oh I'd love this dance.
Was that a smile, I could not tell.
The look, I've seen it, know that glance
Oh please, must I just open fast?
I'll mess it up, I'll miss this chance.
To see if he will drop his mask
and open up to me no ask.
He's looking away, I'm not the one.
He doesn't think me good or fun.
I'll never get the question now.
A sip, a gulp, oh crap...no fun.


- Trish 2014

Spring songs

Fingers tap upon the pane
Pat, pat, pitter, and pat sustain
The mind it glows to hear the song
The wind it tosses drops around
This sudden calm of summer rain
As cool a drink the flowers gain
Oh, sun is this your risk or bain
To be chased off, by clouds maintain
But soon, the shafts of sunlight play
Over corner, brush, or roof top long
To cover all, to dry the throng
And once again the leaves in song
Dance this way that, as if they long
Do reach the fall and be set free
In flight of fancy about my knee
I stop and watch the sun lit trees
And wonder what their sonnet be.


- Trish 2014