Poetry and Food; Who'd Have Thought Such a Thing

The Honey People

Sometimes the people in our lives are there like sticky honey

Sometimes we revel in the sweetness and sometimes we curse the stick

But there is something about that amber color that always amazes us

~A Poem my heart wrote to a friend in need

~Shy Willow

Daggers

Daggers of a moment that dart without pensive's chance
Pain that slices deep the mended ties and bonds
A death, emotional pain too expansive to reap tears
Balance made, a price sorely paid 
Daggers of a moment that dart from balance paid
Pain that was felt from heart throbs eons away
A death, emotion pain expansive the tears were reaped 
A price sorely made, balance paid 

~Shy Willow