Poems from phoebesniktaw
5:30 am.I pretend it isn’t, so I can rise. Read. Run. Remind my burning thighs(of their burden).6:00 am. Already, I am tired. Study,...
In darkness, how she wanes and pulls Upon the weary salted tide, A sweet celestial body found Upon the lucid pinpricked sky;The faded...
The autumn rain, A heavenly home,Through teary eyes Falls soft and slow,A gentle rhythm, Clammy toes: The autumn preludeSong for snow.
I sit on my front porch in the lemon-lightAnd watch the cyclist, with neat-skimming hair and a self-propelled wind,Zip by in a saturated...
There is a piece of my heart -
Torn, flighty, and wild,
Free spirited and purposely audacious-
And it begins now to throw
First pebbles...