mapping the obstacular
summer unease
like an ant
around the rind
not in search of sweetness, supposedly
averse to digression -
while the spider
weaves daily, zig-zagging
the porch stairs, in between
stupor, sunning
of hands; all that is created trembles
generously.
About the Creator
Erin Latham Shea
Assistant Poetry Editor at Wishbone Words
Content Writer + Editor at The Roch Society
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I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
And fascinates if we will only take the time to notice.
Beautiful and evocative!
This was brilliantly written! Such stunning word choice and effective visual descriptions!