Poetry Corner Friday: A Pretty Girl (in five movements)
Quiet and wind.
Wind stings
the dry patches under her eyes…
Quiet and wind.
Wind stings
the dry patches under her eyes…
I brace my shoulder
at the wind.
“I’ll make it home…”
but I don’t believe it.
But he loved her so!
She had to know…
He couldn’t bear to watch her go…
He draws near
cautiously.
“For you,” she says.
…and yet somehow
the troops keep
rebelling…
Warped like a broken record
blurred worse than my vision [...]
The ceiling fan spins my thoughts that muddy stagnant lake is there motion at the bottom? my pen in hand silent pen the ceiling fan spins while I sit empty wondering if I’ve finally run out of poetry…
...read more hereThe flower shakes…
But it must be something more than fear
of violence from those who tread without care…
(inspired by the image from TheKoopaBros)
...read more hereHer eyes flutter
Closed
“You need the light off?” [...]
I can keep walking
until I crawl.
I can keep crawling
until I fall. [ . . . ]