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