In love with life and all of its foibles.
Dappling The space between Is where I exist Even a stunted tree Reaches for the light So says my favourite author
By Aspen Marie 9 months ago in Poets
My romantic fantasies Are very odd In nearly every one I am with the person I desire Laying in the sun under a tree While they read to me
Do not dare call me A bored housewife; I am not Some boxed-in sidekick
A most beautiful girl child So stunning, it was low-key Generally assumed by all She was fey Rich, dark eyes Elven features
Wren sits beside me Listening patiently to my composition Our shared love of tornadoes Inspired him to write his own
When was gentleness Labeled a weakness What entity decided control and restraint Lacked anything Beyond brute force I have witnessed first hand
A strange psychedelic experience Opened a portal This Psilocybin key unlocked A previously shuttered window I was unaware
I wish I was brown sugar Sweet foundation Of every baked good Worth eating Soft, pliable Sparkling grains Catching the light
“Creator, show me how good it can get” Tyana shares her mantra with me I observe my chosen sister shape her life From humble beginnings
This feisty girl Lives down the block Her pure stubborn fire A perfect character foil To my son’s easy river flow Here everyday, in my house
This feeling of my ribs stuck to my hips Fused by fear Diaphragm paralysis Bracing for impact Holding my breath For weeks now
By Aspen Marie 10 months ago in Poets
Standards and roles My neighbour says She will enforce No apology for making a boy Feel scared Treating him like a predator
