Dark shrouds eyes, moon climbs. Dimmer every night. Shadows congeal to give chase.
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Poets
Summoned to the blues Suckling at dexterity Tasting other worlds
All Every bit of a thing the pebble to the caterpillar the candy bar rapper to the ant who lost its' colony - All the bits of the things
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
Fiction quivers at reality's cruelty, the monsters are all real.
By Jada Ferguson5 months ago in Poets
Steps into my palm Stains the lines with vibrancy Fingers spread, it falls
Somersault in air, travel size magic carpet, blanket the cement.
Green at birth. Expose you to light, air, and the world to unveil hues.
Colors warm you more than the sun. Nature quilting a mosaic roof.
Sauntering into the yard listlessly Eyes studying the ground Trying to recollect what it used to be My memory proving to be in deficit
Belting songs from a battered iPod touch While speed walking down Broadway To see Sinners for the 3rd time Traffic halted my pace
The act of fading from existence Plays out in stages Happening around the thing - Washing out its vibrancy Depreciating its value
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
The sun is all powerful- And it strikes over and through the coarseness of my afro- The burning star hovers over hair that bears the soul-
By Jada Ferguson7 months ago in Poets
