Whisper

just like fireflies nightly flickering, how shards of glass left glimmering, lift us above those daily deliberations haunting, till we are left contemplating just the glare against the darkness, staring back with gentle overbearing, like a whisper dripping through a mirror, saying-- Take me in, take me in, for I am forever slipping, unaware...

[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]

Falling

Summer, as your fleeing,

let me retreat freely

beneath your evergreen,

for you're seasonably foreseeing,

my falling into arms of autumn leaves

[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]

Moxie

some days are soft. like dandelions. held against inside of hands. where lines blur. like the ones. between water and sand. I am left. on the brink of defined elation and abstractness. some waves are rough. I am knelt. thinking of uprising and submersion. for one who cannot swim. would she win against tough current? yet still I will dive in. with moxie unrelenting. for torrent waters breed prowess at their calling.