Her eyes transfixed on
the open balcony door
A linen drape
Muted tan in color dancing in the wind
billowing waves
Leaving sections of crystal prisms against soft black shadows on the wood floor
Salt air
Beckoning
As a hand reaches into forward space
fingers sway in the open air
Like the notes of a flute
As if awakened by movement
One foot moves
aching for light
Naked tips of toes graze
Sun kissed warm square
Sliding the rounded arch
to the heel
completely fitting into paced sunlight
avoiding the taint of promising depth
for fear it will swallow her whole
The rhythmic lull of
Graceful hopscotch
In this corner of the world
A girl in a daydream
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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