Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
July 31, 2017
Fear in insanity
Made her make precautionary paths
Then erase footsteps behind her
Made her fear
Plots in every thing
Worst intentions everywhere
Her disappearing act
Complete
She bleached herself
From existence
No tracks left
To realize
Everything she feared
Was internal
And was eating her alive
Trying to understand what went wrong
She finds rare forgotten pieces of herself now
July 26, 2017
Cushion of soft, warm grass underfoot,
Fiery lick of sun upon skin,
Subtle scent of windblown fields,
Wind whispers through forest greens,
Distant roar of running motors,
Background chirp of busied birds,
And the vocal squeak and groan of children’s swings,
She vicariously relives
forgotten childhood memories,
Via her daughter’s green gaze
Of a midsummer wonderland
Searching for old words,
That are by no means a treasure,
Knee deep in dusty memories,
She wonders,
“Why?”
She of Letters 