Poems from ryannk
In her hands is a ball of clay
She rolls it in her palms
And with her breath, warms it
Making it easier to mold.
With her thumb and...
I see my country's flag
Snapping and unfurling above my head
In the light summer breeze
And I wonder,
What do people across the globe feel...
My mother is a butterfly.
Beautiful and fragile
And incredibly important to my way of life.
Her blue eyes sparkle and shimmer
Like...
I dream constantly and consistently
During long silences and pauses
And right before I fall asleep
The beginning is sweet and pulls me in...
Giving love to a hollow heart
Is like dropping a coin into a well
In hopes of making a wish
But never hearing it hit the bottom
No splash...