I’m currently swinging in a rainbow knitted hammock that’s hugging all parts of my body as I gripped it with my fists.
The boisterous winds from the hurricane flung me left to right, as they screamed deep woes in my presence.
The scent of the misty rain grew potent, like the tang of a sneeze that sprinkled over me.
Dirt speckles stung my eyes, as I tried to see it, the storm in its wild face.
Realizing my human senses collided with God when I licked my lips and the ocean spray of sea salt and cool spring kissed me back.
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Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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Comments (8)
love your poem
That last line...
great job! Loved how you and God kissed :)
In clearly in the wrong mood for this, just keep thinking "are you safe?"
Ah that last line, that's what bliss is! You perfectly captured all the senses! I loved your poem!
Lovely salty sensory. I was hoping to read some sea senses so thanks for providing
So gorgeous! Go gurl!
Nice work. Watch your 'a a'!