soft blues and slate gray light slowly fades to evening an East Coast sunset
my electricity is always buzzing at a low hum an undercurrent bouncing between my temporal lobes barely perceptible until inspiration flares high voltage crackling jumping down my spine through my finger tips
when she felt cold pricks slowly trace her spine, she knew he found her again
silver fin lurking hidden in azure water slicing through the waves ***** I originally wrote this during a vacation on Myrtle Beach with family. I was out on the beach early, just after 8am, with my husband and twin sister. The lifeguard began signaling the few swimmers in the ocean back to the beach abruptly. We all began scanning the water, and spotted it. A gray shark fin popping up between the waves.
I feel stronger lifting two pound weights then writing a thousand sharp jabs
crushed dreams languishing in a forgotten trash bin finally rescued ****** I wrote this after realizing it’s been over a year since I started writing poetry again.
tap the pace out fast if you can’t keep up, I’ll leave you writhing in the night
Originally posted on Fmme writes poems:
There was a dragon in the valley, curled like a white cat: each scale a pearl; each breath a cloud of soft white silk – ’til the whole valley was a bowl of milk – as the sun brightens with the coming day, such dragons fade. De – the wonderful WhimsyGizmo – is hosting at dVerse tonight, and here be dragons. Our quadrilles are infested with the pesky things…
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