frustration

Standard

once the notion is lodged i can’t shake it
i want to build a dream from the foundation
fortitude cement and laborious love
walls to store my books, square feet dancing
transom windows to climb in and out of
and a door to welcome my love home
but for now i look to rent
studio not caging a butterfly soul
a demand not affordable
i check and check again
notion lodged, i can’t shake it.

Lady

Standard

dresses are a must, skirts acceptable
stilettos occasionally, sneakers never
my attire set my mood: regal and haughty
still my knees buckled when I met him
he wasn’t a tramp but an underdog
bounding to success I gave unlimited support
but he didn’t want a sugar mama
my role obscure, left shadows behind
doing more rewarding than standing idly
i let my thunder outspeak
the swish and clack of my outfit