A flight so bright.
Sensual.
Arrogant.
Insight.
Neglectful.
Tension.
Love.
Utter.
Care.
Inside.
Attachment.
All of these words spell a word Saint Lucia.
Beautiful memories happened there.
A marriage.
A soulmate.
Life altering.
Regardless, it's love.
Home is where your heart is.
My heart is with you.
My life is yearning for that relaxing feeling.
To touch you.
Feel that relaxing feeling, in that taxi.
My love is in Saint Lucia.
My husband is where I should be.
I missed so much, already.
Like a child, I feel I missed out.
I miss the peaceful feeling.
I miss my spot.
Miss the sand on my feet, and swimming playing in the ocean.
The water taking us.
Losing time, because that's my heaven.
Waiting for the golden ticket, can be a pain.
But now, that I am home ready to begin anew.
About the Creator
Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)
Author, blogger, and in 7 months I will be a mom.
Keep reading
More stories from Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix) and writers in Poets and other communities.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith6 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
A fantastic poem! Enjoyed!