Toes flared Body tense Voice inaudible A morning rush Legs stretched Muscles clenched Eyes tightly shut A morning rush Convulsions begin Waves of pleasure Rip
Category: Poetry
Life is to Live
A friend once asked when do we live? Not merely exist, but truly live? I smiled to myself, Knowing I have the words for An
Extinction
(written in the voice of the survivors of the Marjorie Stoneman Douglas school shooting in Parkland, Florida. I stand with you for change. #NeverAgain) Ringing
Perfect Love
(A Valentine for my husband) I watched you sleep, your eyes twitching with your dreams. A warm calm washed over me, knowing it would be
Majestic Sky
Clouds race across the sky Winds pushing them faster Changing their shape Guiding them to higher plains. The image of the day morphs Light to
The Night the Music Died
Bits of metal flew through the night sky Falling to the earth and quieting the music The strum of guitars was replaced by the screams