Sizzlers Circumstances Spring Poem by John Sensele

The world sometimes makes me slow
When moments mutter blues
In fickle feelings frustrations blow

In dreams without clues
I dislike to decipher
When patience in the end I lose

Pinning hopes in a sizzling cipher
As my mind explores horizons
In calculations I encipher

Crawling and rolling in prayer zones
I believe solace can bring
When blues I slay in layers in my tones

Where feelings of succour ring
In slick circumstances surprises spring.