12/6/2023
The wild winds tossed my hair…
without mercy and in various directions.
I desired a beautiful place to live, but in an
auspicious,free and in a hilly location!
I couldn’t remain a nomad, I had visions for
a world that I was certain could be!
Justice, kindness and mankind, all existing
in harmonious reality.
Knowing I would never, ever, bow or walk the
path of life as an obedient, passive follower!
But be a beacon of light and hope, even bearing
social isolation, and life’s thundershowers.
Like the great eagles,I am the happiest when free
and in individual,free flight.
I can create, and fly in total freedom ‘neath the moon
and my twinkling, star-sister’s light!
Categories:
thundershowers, character, corruption, creation, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
I have another long-ish piece - too long for here - called "thunderstorm"
It's about a around of frisbee-golf cut short by a storm
I know I could take things out - cut the piece to fit the brief "poem-section" limits - but then it's not what I wanted to say *shrug*
Here's the URL: https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/thunderstorm_9491
I hope you like it!
Categories:
thundershowers, friendship, golf, morning, teen,
Form: Free verse
She wants clean sheets and yellow flowers
Jello shots drunken love and divine
Thundershowers at night
She wants collector coins, stamps and figurines
She wants to be numb if she can’t have it all
She’ll walk alone until she can’t remember who she is
Or where she’s from
She wants to find a place where shame can’t visit her
And burn her skin
She wants to be right and she wants to know when she’s wrong
Before she actually is wrong
She wants to see the other side of my street
Categories:
thundershowers, dedication,
Form: I do not know?