dance in this rose day sun

scented with fushia blooms

and locust perfume

 

feel wind’s fingers

through chestnut locks

and hear her sweet songs

in newborn maple leaves

 

for somewhere else

her anger left homes 

in splinters and children buried

in rubble

 

 

POETRY SHALL RETURN TO THIS BLOG

Hi, everyone. This blog has offically been reverted back to an all poetry site. I have set up a separate site and blog for my alter ego, the sci fi writer. http://www.wandadarlenecampbell.com

or check out the blog at http://www.nintuchronicles.wordpress.com

 

And now, without further stalling, a quick poem, just to see if I can still write one!

QUIET

For a moment of it

I would stay up until midnight

and wake at dawn

everyday

for the rest of my life

 

or so I think

until I imagine a world

where I am alone.