#6 Tart

I love me a good tart,
Soft
Warm
Inviting

Never fails to
Make me
Smile
Sweet
Sensuous

Give me joy
Give me longing
Give me indulgence

Oh wait? You were referring to the dessert?

Sorry I was thinking of something else

#7 Stomp

Angry voices
Separated by
Thick cold walls

Hostile words
Hurled at the door

Forceful stamps
Echo

Hollow
Metal
Heavy

Up the stairs
Slam the door

Stormy weather
Stay indoors

#6 Tart

All I can think of
That rhymes with

Tart
Is
Fart

*
Spoonfuls of sugar
Many stirs in the pot

And many more stirs
A mash of soft fruit

A layer of pastry
A layer of butter

Many watering mouths
And a scoop and two
Of ice cream and
More cream

This sounds like pie
But it really is not

A tart is a tart
And it will be gone

Before you find out
That it really is not!

#5 Ink

Against fingertips
Black, green and blue

Tracing with lines
Your story and mine

Shut in a book
A menagerie

Of words
Of thoughts
Of ideas
And secrets

Also of stories untold

The ink that colours
Myself with words
Is black
And blue
And sometimes green too

#4 Foam

Warm sand
Sunken footprints
Cool waves
Curling at my toes

Pipis hiding
Tiny crabs melting
Into the holes
Covered by the tide

Soggy sand
Fading footprints
Receding waves
Pulling at my toes

Pipis revealed
Tiny crabs scuttling
Out of holes,
Fizzling foam

#3 Bottle

A thread of thought
A glint of hope
A simmer of anger
A wishful dream

Strands of colour
Grains of soil

Always filling
Yet so draining

Another strand
Make room for more
Brimming over
Bubbling noises

Pour it out
Pressure is high
No one hears it
Don't let it break

#5 Ink

A poem I could write with some ink
Just give me the weekend to think
But it has to be said
I ain't gonna be paid
So this deal's beginning to stink