Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
Can you see me from Behind the glass? I’ve been here The whole time, waiting . For someone to notice . Just because you don’t
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
I don’t live in the World of things, alive and ripe For experience . I live behind glass Where I can touch life, but life
Inside the cocoon The dark feels heaviest right Before light enters . Everything I thought Was wrong about myself was Just my own shadow
Do my ancestors remember Me from their place in the sky? Trapped in time, but did they ever Dream of me, not knowing why?
I want to be just like my dog. Her body knows just what to do She runs and plays, then finds the shade And rests there for an hour or two
For the first time in my life, I want to live. Let me explain for those who can’t understand I’ve lived my whole life in my head
Lizzie and Darcy– Opposites (on the outside); Two peas in a pod ————————————————- Thank you to Judey for this challenge!
To my mug, warm in my hands– You whisk me off to distant lands Tea or coffee, hot or cold Our partnership is something old
My dear, you belong With the wildflowers, where Your roots can grow deep * My dear, there’s nothing Wrong with your beauty; just the
When dreams are putty In your hands; made of starlight But somehow so close
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Poets
The feeling of awe At the mundane truth that you Are alive, right now
Inside the cocoon The dark feels heaviest right Before light enters
