“I love your lips” he says absently his gaze on her pout for only a second before shifting away she doesn't know to what
By C. Spears15 days ago in Poets
picking through the rubble ruined possibilities crunched and compacted by heavy, raven-pecked hearts dark scavengers stole
My Foundation With calm patience and wise, soulful eyes, You gently guided me into this world of motherhood. My Energy
By C. Spears11 months ago in Poets
down past the flood of breaking bubbles the foam twisting seashell shapes emerald and white brown and crystal-blue down where the light garbles into
By C. Spearsabout a year ago in Poets
When I'm fading into a ghost Barely existing Just a wisp holding on In the back of the mind Like a tendril of smoke Caught
Note: This is a poem I wrote several years ago when I was interested in writing about memories from my childhood. I thought it was a good candidate for the sensory challenge.
By C. Spears3 years ago in Poets
There was a plump leprechaun lass The Fairy Folk said she lacked class Though she could be quite snarky They forgave her malarkey
I tried to compose poignant prose, But this Limerick Challenge arose. Now my writing is naughty (About parts of the body) And I'm embarrassed by how well it flows.
Remote work is best by far. It's less wear and tear on my car. I can take care of my plants And wear stretchy pants.
I think I could fill up an ocean With beauty elixirs and potions. My cupboards are booming With products for grooming. And I just bought a new scented lotion.
Erosive waves of time lap at our lives Carving and crumbling Leaving beautiful and treacherous landscapes On our bodies and in our minds
i'm the one who still listens to shoegaze has a name that is another word for Persephone in Greek and means "from the hollow" in Gaelic
