Chapter 17:Saturday Morning

Tulips taste of tangelos

Under a somber blue tinged sky

Orange blossoms on an apple tree

Forgiving to forgo

Biding my slow time

As I plan the way the next move goes

Compelled to do anything but try

My mistress speaks in myopic spree

Of words to leave me low

But the day is sublime

Penchant for pondering

Spending the day wandering

Through misshapen thoughts

And lily shaded skin

As I ignore the world outside

A day of debts repaid

Secretive slots

As lime green leaves slide

Down wind currents in a slow parade

Devoted to the insurmountable

Heaviness of the day

Such a subtle tinge of blue among the grey

And I don’t feel an ounce of full

Tulips taste of tangelos

When patterns seem to expose

The heavy of today

I forgive to forge

Alliances and more

Biding, patience is my pride

My mistress speaks a gorge

Between us as I silently adore

And wait for my whims to be applied

Have a penchant for pondering

Spending days wandering

Through misshapen thoughts

And lily fields

Anointed with crimson spots

And so many shields

Under a somber blue tinged grey

My mistress wishes to say

Something, some small speck

Of a phrase, some meaning

Lost to me, I check

Lime green as she begins preening

Orange and black paper flowers

Some attempt to waste hours

No one can spare