Jennisea Redfield

Joined June 2020

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Blue star
I was on fire, Full of desire. Spinning round, Round, Round, round, Burning like a blue star.
By Jennisea Redfield6 months ago in Poets
Mother's Day poem take two
Dear mother, In the first light, at my first cry, You held me to your breast, your heartbeat my lullaby. You held me tight, held me dear,
By Jennisea Redfield8 months ago in Poets
Filling in the cracks
Spent all of my life, Wondering why? Why can’t I find that missing piece inside Like a fracture was remodeled wrong,
By Jennisea Redfield9 months ago in Poets
Weeping skies
I watched the rain wash away yesterday, The drops of water, no different than tears. Cool to the touch, Freezing and sharp.
By Jennisea Redfield9 months ago in Poets
Little bird
Sing me a song, my little caged bird. Sing me tunes of flying in the blue sky. Warble out a song for me, Little caged bird.
By Jennisea Redfield11 months ago in Poets
Non bene
I'm not okay, The voices in my head are slinging slurs. Curses and shame, They seem to be the dreadful symphony. I'm not okay.
By Jennisea Redfield12 months ago in Poets
Little dragon
With hair softer than fresh cornsilk, And a smile bright as a star, My little dragon Your heartbeat is my repertoire.
By Jennisea Redfield12 months ago in Poets
A web of lies
Your deceitful eyes imprison me. Uncaring soul, Too vile to be. Your honeyed words, like dripping venom. Deceptive tongue,
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a year ago in Poets
a visit via dream
Walking into my family's trailer, I smiled as I counted all my brothers; laughing, wrestling, drinking soda and beer and just enjoying each other’s company. My nieces were all spread out in the room, watching the window as it snowed large dry flakes. With how it stuck to the ledge, they were grinning as we were getting ready to be snowed in. Despite the cold outside, inside the trailer was warm. Bobbing and weaving through all the cheerful people, I found my spot to rest.
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a year ago in Fiction
Only Human.
I am not a perfect being. I have scars, I have wrinkles. I have dips in my thighs, Stars in my eyes. My stomach is pouched,
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a year ago in Poets
Just a sinner
I’m not making it to Heaven, Those golden gates don’t want me. I’m too much of a no-good sinner, And baby, that is just fine by me.
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a year ago in Poets
Ten years. Top Story - November 2024.
I’m starting to forget how you smelled... Pine, Engine oil, Dry flannel. The faint sweetness of licorice.
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a year ago in Poets