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.

This was taken in my classroom Friday, and posted just because I heard you, Scot! Thanks so very much.