Julia Smith on Making profit off of poetry
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Back seat kisses,
long walks in the woods,
sunbathing on the beach,
talking for hours,
slow dancing to George Straight songs,
making love until dawn,
falling asleep in each other’s arms...
behind the sheer curtain of my mind,
found in a bottle
Monday 4th January 2021 4:29 am
The past is haunting:
scars, seeping wounds.
The present is daunting:
deadly viruses, illness, disease,
affecting everything - livelihood,
The future is uncertain:
We ask why:
gleaning truth from ...
Sunday 27th December 2020 7:38 pm
“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” ~ Leonard Cohen
Halloween frightens my inner child
who is afraid of masked men,
being alone in the dark,
daggers to the heart,
a body aging too soon,
but the hollow night
gives way to a full moon rising
and a million stars to wish upon,
ushered by angels beaming light
Sunday 1st November 2020 1:38 am
Ah, the magic of night
when obligations are over,
another adulting day in the books.
I rest my weary body,
set my boggled mind free
with a little poetry...
Your words await
like a teen with a corsage
to take me to the prom,
where we twist and twirl
under twinkling dollar store stars
and a paper moon.
Happy memories pop up
Saturday 21st March 2020 2:55 am