...Safe... poetry by Carole Anzolletti

Breathing sun stroked air

into the large, messy metamorphosis

of my life

papers and pieces tumble and tilt

all throughout the days

Save me! Save everybody!

Plastic boats float on oceans of grass

The old lady dog loves the sun warmed planks

of the porch the most

Tiny tears, little pains, feelings, cramps, stitches

traipse along pages of journals

as my skin fades

and I love so many simple

beautiful

things

The April wind blows its warm breath over us

and we all are once again

Safe



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Carole Anzolletti 4 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth Author

Thank you, sir, for your gleaming words *3


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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

Chaotic images fade finally into that safe place. Up!

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