City Block

Composed 9/29/16
Description: It’s been awhile, but the words still jump out at me, especially now that autumn calls!

When cigarette and coffee smoke
Are dancing in the air
When schools of people swarm around
Like you’re not even there
When police patrols and flashing lights
Set hearts a-pounding, scared
When hot asphalt, manicured grass
The cool breeze makes aware
It’s then you pull your jacket tight
Walk like a queen and dare

It’s like something could happen
And even if it never does
You still have now begun the dream
And you still feel it
There
On your skin

Autumn Ghosts

Composed 8/17/16
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt: Ghost. I have written about ghosts in various intensities many times (see some here and here), but this time it is inspired by some fears that have become particularly salient today.

as the leaves shrivel and
the breezes return the
ghosts slip through the cracks in waves and
rest on my shoulder
breathing fear onto my neck
their deep, raspy voices whisper doubts into my ear
suddenly
my body is poison
my mind a thundering electric storm
it’s all I can do to curl up hold on and
stop myself from retching all of me
I shrivel with the leaves
shiver with the breeze
but

not all ghosts are demons
with the light comes
color and some warmth
the waves of evil spirits halt and
the messengers gently descend on their beams of sunlight
and I remember
I have conquered this evil before
why else do they
feel the need to
scare me?

Boots

Composed 10/3/13
Description: I started this poem a few days ago on a VERY rainy day. I loved it. Not only do I just love the rain, but rainy days also give me a great excuse to utilize my favorite fashion accessory. That’s right, you guessed it: boots.  I had a blast with my boots that day.

Ah, I am so glad it’s autumn, so I can justify wearing boots all the time! Because boots are awesome. Here’s why.

There’s something about the beginning
The slipping
The tucking
The lacing
The buckling
I’m armoring up for the day ahead

There’s something about the middle
The clop and strut of heels on pavement
Hunting, climbing over marshes and sand
Cutting through the running waters
Onto the cobblestone
I’m on an adventure

There’s something about the end
Pulling
Slipping
Shaking
Kicking
I’m done

Mission accomplished