out of bed early she jumps, does pirouettes over
dandelions, remembering to bow
after each completed dance,
her hair ratted from sleep.
practicing the contest ritual,
her feet bare in the wet grass,
the sun a faint purple-red surrounded
by a halo of dark night.
if she thinks, she stops, erasing
belief systems from her ancient brain,
trying to be free, the effort exact as she
forgets, her hands just so
when the baton drops.
her whirls contrast with the quiet streets,
where, eager for the light,
early workers creep out to gas stations,
and then her pretty lips mouth
the haunting beat of drums and her eyes see
lines so parade-perfect she hums.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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