Writing, Ideas, & Stories
“you wouldn’t grow without me”
mocked the sun.
leaky petals scurried
across untamed fields;
Marisol wept.
–
no matter Marisol’s nimble roots
the sun endlessly on her trail,
up till
the sun splits west
and Marisol hears the moon-
her voice, one more time.
–
Marisol awaits the east for her beauty
while the night-gales slumber;
her song supports, feeds
safeguards
choir of shining lights glimmer
on her every note.
clouds part as she journeys after the
villain
one day
she’ll trap him.
tender fantasy;
atop a spirited colt
nurturing our prized ten-acre
of controlled
wild wilderness.
–
gritty dreaming;
hubba bubba poppin’ over freshly
brushed mounds,
salty breeze and thirty ounces of ash
blasted-
over Coors stadium on a tuesday
summer night.
–
vast idea;
reaching-
reaching- open palmed
to an open night sky on desert’s back
unbound
day of our showcase
pants hemmed the night before
shirt pressed the night before
day of our showcase
up bright and early;
birds chirped a fresh melody-
a duet-
can’t deny their chemistry-
Juliet.
night of our showcase
must have gotten lost the morning of
changed your mind the morning of
night of our showcase
down, late and groggy;
the foggy night swings-
memory of a duet-
marionette’s heartstrings-
where have you gone, juliet.
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