Poetry ~ Folly

i am scattered everywhere 
so many thoughts
so little time
to discover folly
to play, laugh,
find joy
to be foolish and fool hearty
i want to frolic in the flower fields
run my fingers through your hair
i am your folly
your freedom
your spirit
your canvas
your muse


~ Elizabeth Anne Ives

Poem: Music

music is my opus
it's the shield that i wear
a soulful of notes
music is my air


i see the world
in rhythm and refrains
with the sharps and the flats
i waltz in the rain

sing me your heart out
play a requiem mass
read the libretto
serenade me in brass

kiss me to a crescendo!
sing the chorus at last



~ Elizabeth Anne Ives

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