poetry – Noellie's Place

Immersed

Surrendering to the draw of tomorrows bloom
yesterdays rot seeps back into the soil

Like the vine of a moonflower
That blooms in the dark
And rests in the light

WITHOUT THE BEE, THE BUTTERFLY AND THE SPIDER THIS WORLD IS NO LONGER A PLACE I WOULD WANT TO BE

I want to feel you against me

but I will take the memory for now

I was so blind

Never saw it coming

A small finger wrapped

Forgotten is the rage

When one is going down the other is pushing up

In a crowded room of yesteryears

One man gave me life
the other made me his wife

FIVE SIX – Pick up sticks

The world’s hardened you with cheap tricks

A simple board now transformed

Muscles flex securing the hold

Strongly fastened to a tree