Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
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
Written by Jacob Ibrag ‘Why do you, why write everyday?’ He asked as she exhaled voluntary. ‘For the same reason you breathe. If I stop, I cease to be.’ Photographer Unknown
July 23, 2017
Divisive relations
Separate,
Fracture limbs
Crack,
Heal, scar,
lesions remain,
form mangled knots
All born
Of the same root
July 24, 2017
Young sprouts
Tangle,
Engage,
Merging tales
Threading,
Through the ground
together,
Yet set apart,
Reaching up
At differing points
Finding own identities
As limbs branch
From the trunk,
Sourced by the same roots
July 24, 2017
Over rustling cornfields
The soft bioluminescent glow
Of starry firefly lights
mirror a starry,
lavender sky
Nature comforts
Here and now
In the deep,
cricket chorus
of twilight
July 21, 2017
We scream,
Into a computer screen
our hopes,
our fears,
wishes,
dreams
The vanity!
We crave,
An audience
To validate the self
Remind us
of our own existence
And so,
on we scream
She of Letters 