an aspiring poet - student - chasing a dream
Supper with my sister, who, with youthful eyes, Drove, to the dingy Doggy Diner That had me shaking with familiar cold. A tender, laughing couple caught my cloudy gaze, With bright smiles like pristine saucers. I was Eighty-Three.
By N. DeBoni7 years ago in Poets
In hues of vibrant viridian,Joy dances before my eyes,Reaching out with spindly branches,S p r e a d i n g its leaves towards endless skies.
Bright baby blues Shine with glittering wonder, And linger on stained memories Etched into our bones. “Do you remember-” A breathless, “yes.” Between us, a shared laughFrom looking years back.
I s t r a i n againstA cartilaginous cage;A dark cocoonThat crumples my form. Silken shackles,Layer upon layer,Suffocate me,Encase me.
