writers – Page 7 – Thistle Thoughts

Night Blossoms

another day
swallowed up by midnight blue

Greenness,
an emerald of dreams

New published poem.

New Published Poem

it seems we’re floating
in barometric confusion

Your homeland stays inside your bloodstream. When you’re away from it for too long your veins begin to burn with longing.

I listened to recordings of your
voice on splintered cassette tapes
just to trigger a decent dream.

born a heavenly body
not of her own

As if the body didn’t have enough foreign invaders to fight off.

I fought for doctors to listen to me.
To believe me.