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Lighting Strikes

As the lightning strikes
A shooting star fly's by 
Maybe that's what the appeal was
Never wearing high heels on a Saturday night
But she was a gypsy girl at heart 
As free as the wind in the trees
I watched her as she moved
Yet, with all her toes and fingers moving
She held a jar of emotions 
Locked up inside her
She always had a way of standing
Above her circumstances
How I wished to be more like her



Sun, 3/18/ 2018 8:30 pm,  reading on the weekend, A few books on my kindle. First, one was called Fear, true stories about child abduction. Second book/story was called Before The Full Moon Rises. Then Sunday I watched a movie called Beguiled. Here it is :)

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James Inman

April 16, 2018 at 10:35 PM

Jars eventually break and emotions come rushing out at the most inopportune moments. Perhaps she should consider sharing her feelings instead (on her own terms of course).

FJ Thomas

April 11, 2018 at 1:40 PM

This is lovely Debbie. And it seems you had a very full weekend! :)

Duke Beaufort

April 11, 2018 at 4:53 AM

Debbie, you are a master observer of human qualities and behaviors including having a wonderful self-awareness. I am fine, just so overworked right now that I can't focus on poetry much at all. I think and am hoping I will have some space in my life after this week. Deadlines----ugh!! I am up early this morning to get started, but I thank you for pulling me back to your beautiful words.