Deprived of touch for so long, you forgot about the warmth of your hands.
By Jada Ferguson2 days ago in Poets
Seals in tenderness, repels outside forces with electricity
My body is a twister mat. Hand to lower back wins you the game.
Human tentacles suction each other, leaving ink for memory.
By Jada Ferguson15 days ago in Poets
Thirty pounds of lush plush sedate my body. Heat waves across my skin.
By Jada Ferguson17 days ago in Poets
I saw art today. The beauty circulated blood that had clotted.
Revelations it was. Igniting ancestral planes, thawing black ice.
An eye emerges like a thought A slither of an idea That bubbles into something more A reddish orange hugging a Yellow than yellower than the yellowest yellow
By Jada Ferguson23 days ago in Poets
The wind never let me be still I swayed - The kids stepped on me I drooped - The squirrels scurried across me I dangled
By Jada Ferguson30 days ago in Poets
I have known nothing but this Its' projections manipulate my vision A companion that lives to reminisce - It is a perpetual deafening, convulsing hiss
By Jada Fergusonabout a month ago in Poets
The wind is whimsical A flittering breeze scoops up leaves They swirl in a slow jazz paced tsunami of Bulbous Browns, Robust Reds,
By Jada Ferguson2 months ago in Poets
Dark shrouds eyes, moon climbs. Dimmer every night. Shadows congeal to give chase.
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Poets
