In lockdown I sniffed my pits To make sure I could smell. And thought Of your nose Buried into me, Sheets on the floor, Curtains drawn And your closet mirror That I pushed To the side, So I could ignore My gut screaming We shouldn’t…

She smelled like fresh linen and lavender as we embraced one another with our arms wrapped firmly around each other as if we were shielding ourselves from the world itself. Her lips tasted like a sweet mix of watermelon and strawberries no doubt a result…

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Michellia Wilson Poetry Half Marathon Hour 6 (2021)   The Bitter Beauty of Winter The pond is frozen over, with snow covering it’s surface. The beauty of winter comes with a price. The fish are moving slowly beneath the sheet of ice – the squirrels…

7071 – A message   In 7071, a young couple moved to a new home. Exploring the backyard it was obvious it needed, Care and attention to relive its former blossom. They started digging at the back fence, Breaking ground and a few feet down,…

Inspiration in the Peonies Time-capsule – uprooted with dandelions, clover, and thistle – lifting the cap as if twisting the cork on a bottle of champagne Ripples along the flesh – a letter – like finding a bottle washed up along the shores of Kye…

Ow! I tripped over the corner of a metal object, raised a foot from the ground. “What is this?” as I dug with my hands and a rusted,  rustic metal chest, I found.   Inside a skeletal bones of an unknown unusual bird. A message…

Your path is clear Solid wood planks and rails Stretch out before you Bridging a deep chasm Insects hum around yoy Birds call soft warnings A brook babbles far below Your path is clear You have a destination Nothing to fear An abundance if hope…

Waking up from a deep slumber I checked the time – 9:40  And so I stood up  Stretching my arms and legs  Until I heard the crack from my back  The X mark reads June 26, 2021 Today is the day,  To put an end…

“Hey man when you’re singing it, it’s your song.” Townes Van Sandt up, down, sideways, time tiny looping superstrings shadows ripple on the river that only fish can see all the while we feel the tidal pull of time and when you’re singing it, it’s…