Angela V Grace
"What if…"
March 16
Thanks Ann W. for the opening sentence and Susan M. for the closing sentence.
" What if…"
What if…
the muse doesn't appear?
my moon falls into the ocean?
no one really likes me?
one of my cats dies?
I'm ugly?
the world blows up?
all the suffering continues?
I won't be loved?
I won't love?
my children don't love or respect me?
black Jelly beans become extinct?
my fears are too shallow?
my body will fail me?
my computer will win?
my home will burn down?
I'll forget how to swim?
no one will care?
there will be no more nice people on earth?
I'll forget you?
I turn left instead of right?
I am unkind?
I'll fall?
I'll fail?
She seems sweet and sincere, but what she was saying was utter bull shit!
Love, keep 'em coming Angie.
Angela V Grace
Simone Arnold
Keffiyehs
“Not a hate crime.”
Molten lava climbs up my throat.
“A hateful crime nonetheless.”
Eyes clouding red.
“Must follow the letter of the law.”
Tongue sharpening, teeth gnashing
“He walked out of the home very nervous.”
White knuckled and red smiles on palms.
“He is mentally ill.”
Stomach a roiling sea seeking release.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
Cold lead through veins.
“He pleads not guilty.”
Tears dropping quenching the fire.
Simone Arnold
Hex #6A0DAD
Lavender dappled light caress my face awake
As visions of lilac swirl into focus
While dripping in amethyst sheets.
I robe myself in fine indigo
Trimming my feet ripe plum.
Radiating royalty and luxury I greet the day
Swaddled with creative intent.
Angela V Grace
Simone Arnold
Keffiyehs
“Not a hate crime.”
Molten lava climbs up my throat.
“A hateful crime nonetheless.”
Eyes clouding red.
“Must follow the letter of the law.”
Tongue sharpening, teeth gnashing
“He walked out of the home very nervous.”
White knuckled and red smiles on palms.
“He is mentally ill.”
Stomach a roiling sea seeking release.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
Cold lead through veins.
“He pleads not guilty.”
Tears dropping quenching the fire.
Simone Arnold
Hex #6A0DAD
Lavender dappled light caress my face awake
As visions of lilac swirl into focus
While dripping in amethyst sheets.
I robe myself in fine indigo
Trimming my feet ripe plum.
Radiating royalty and luxury I greet the day
Swaddled with creative intent.
Simone Arnold
The Beauty of Words
Soft words written on delicate paper
Scratching pens laying down vibrant ink
A story waiting to be told in beautiful detail
While savoring the sensation of making words.
A forge master with a pen
Solitary vowels and consonants the raw material
The mind heating them into liquid
So they may ooze from the hammer onto the page
Cooling into complete words and sentences
Shaped together into a story.
Holding up the finished product
Admiring the craftsmanship
Metaphors lovingly placed
Gilded with adjectives to highlight its beauty
A masterpiece for all to read.
