Homespun

Simple- homespun poems no fancy ribbons or satin bows. Her words taste like earth a landslide of the soul unbridled "Come ride my wild bucking mind if you dare" she cackles. The reader sits bare-back nibbling her words like snacks. There's no tricks or perfume. Only soul sweat, the musk elephant of truth... trumpeting fearless in the pride filled mist. No forced rhyme or syllable cages. A she torrent that pays no heed to lines. Spraying its scent over the face of time Etching spirit into the hills of the ages.