I read a book and I get transported.
I read a book and I drown in dreams.
I read a book and I meet monsters.
I read a book and I fall in love.
I read a book and I breathe.
I read a book and I live.
I read a book and I am me…
poetry
Military Brat
Retired after
twenty years.
Now what?
Ghostly Image
I look at her weathered face
and I can see that time doesn’t fly.
It picks, it chips,
it spits out turpentine,
and it drizzles acid rain.
I look at her and I can see
that her cheeks are rusty
and the crows have made
a nest of her bonnet.
I look at her and I want to cry.
I look at her and I can’t help Continue reading
Writer’s Block
The first
summer
gray rain
came and
I was
glad for
a while,
only
my pen
and paper
didn’t
know it.
In Living Color
Red lips.
Blue eyes.
Purple streaks
Throughout my hair.
Yellow baby doll tee
Orange polka dot socks
Green pair of panties
On the floor.
I wonder if that is all he sees
In color when he looks at me.
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