Between the early dawn
Of a graying new day
And the reality of waking
To a morning prayer
After a restful dream
I kissed her head
I wrapped my arm
Around her waist
Caressing
Her soft voluptuous
Warm flesh
Covered by silken sheets
Amplifying each caress
She responded
With Puppy like whimpers
Searching for the pleasure
Of a gentle touch.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
With smiles,
Carol Phelan Aebby
Gentle your verses in this lovely poem.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya,
Jane
Ron
Michael D.
Sandie