If I were to write an ode to black, My words would flash and crackle like the carapace of an ancient beetle. My fingers would tangle and weave in black cotton clouds. Patent leather cat, jaws cracking open on adoring air. The room stirs the…

12:12 PM Things are good As they should Be Even though Words won’t flow Now Using time Silly rhyme Here Set the speed Maybe heed Set Hoping that Next fully Fun Bringing up Lots of stuff Now  

In my grandma’s kitchen was a jar of chocolate kisses grandpa filled it every week then gave a real one to the Mrs. When grandma had to stay in bed grandpa and I cooked together In my grandma’s kitchen we experimented to her displeasure I…

If you ask me a place where I could return I would tell you my room with the memories I own With the windows wide open I stare at the moon And build my dreams there in every toss and turn In my room when…

My Shine   It’s shining, good morning, another day. Before I saw you, I was in the dark, another night. It is so bright, how did I miss this before, the glow embraces my very being. Glaring optimism, so warm and inviting, never leave my…

I don’t like clocks Or structure Or focusing on one thing For any length of time I like fingers to use all the keyboard And Pandas to pop the way I want The chessmen to move the way I prefer I like to be told…

I am going to clean the whole house And scrub every floor, and dust every corner and trinket And fold all the laundry and actually put it away And bathe the dogs and walk them And buy groceries and make sure they’re organic And make…

Shortly after Christmas in 1952 She had a little broom To sweep a little room But found it held surprises Held high enough from it to hang Stretching she could swing With great ease that she did Till sweaty tiny hands did slip Down she…

Sometimes it’s the smallest little realizations that make the biggest splashes,   I’m honored to hear natures voice sing in my heart, cause what’s worse than painting over wet paint?   You know? Bruce Lee couldn’t hear this and his legs stopped walking, this is…

When silence was the only word,  Emotions knew no downpour,  I knew not who I was.    Now, the silence knows its way,  Emotions are building its pace  Led by new wings to fly.    Copyright © Snigdha