Poems from Kewayne Wadley
She felt my thirst.Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air.I had no idea what was about to happen.The plastic removed from my face, the...
In her heart just beneath her skin lays a tin pitcher.
The spout along with it's sides covered with frost from the coldest of water....
Watching a drop of rain.
I thought I'd drown in a lifetime of eternal bliss.
Falling fast. I caught the drop unexpectedly on my face....
I was a shirt filed with straw and rags.
Pants that hang loose. Jeans cuffed pinned uncomfortably.
Nothing to think of; a hat filled with...
The next time we meet, I may be someone else.
Extra thick, light in weight.
Resourced to fit purpose.
The next time we meet,
I may be a...