Poetry in motion

I came across some really old papers today- like almost 20 years old! I found some poetry I had written about 10 years ago. Here’s a taste… let me know if it leaves you hungry for more, or running for the door (that rhymed!)

Crystal cold
Whispers of breath
ascend to the heavens
Dark fingers of trees
against an awakening sky
Violet mountains of clouds
in the distance
Harsh rasp of a dog’s bark
breaks the silence
Windows dark, streets bare
Rubber against pavement
in a steady rhythm
Her body sings with adrenaline
She is awake- she is alive!
In a world that is cold and dead
A quiet victory

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