Poetry Volumes

A Violet Moodswing Poems

Pen Name

The name I gave unto my pen

Has come and gone and always been

It's own benign undoing.

Social stigma calls me weed

Tells me I'm not blessed seed of

Lillies fair or roses bloom.

Ever-present, I don't hide so

Take the thorn out from your side.

Hip to hat and this for that

I will bloom and spread the rays

Screaming my creators praise

Tempting all with prick or pat,

Living large as shiny tower,

Ever growing wildflower.