The Poetry of Emotion
Under the shower, a horde of driblets thrust on my skin, so forcefully. My skin got wrinkles I lull myself, saying there there, so soulfully Whatever, saved my mind like a folding star, still yearning for new light My mind is tender like autumn breeze, still drifting aimlessly. Photo by Ekrulila on Pexels.com About the... Continue Reading →
I read a poem, a letter of love to a stranger who helped; it made me think of writing to the mindless driver who nearly killed me over some text or other, or to the young men who thought an old woman driving alone on a country road was a plaything to frighten and thereby... Continue Reading →
Even as A junkie, I longed for The things I thought I should Want to Feel. Photo by Gantas Vaiu010diulu0117nas on Pexels.com About the Poet: S.F. Wright lives and teaches in New Jersey. His work has appeared in Hobart, Linden Avenue Literary Journal, and Elm Leaves Journal, among other places. His short story collection, The... Continue Reading →
I stand atop a hill flame-colored and golden leaves shimmering across a field the Ponderosas rise with verdant smiles row by row and I stretch my flesh worn arms out, my flaccid figure releasing dormant energy while the breeze tickles a spire shimmers somewhere like The Sound of Music below, the credit card capos demand... Continue Reading →
It’s snowing beautifully outside, crystals are flying everywhere, The streets are covered in bright white, and love is in the air, Frozen windows, tremble when happy carolers are passing by, White angels, disguised in soft flakes are dancing in the sky. I’m snuggled up, all warm and cozy by my fireplace, inside, The sound of... Continue Reading →
I woke up early to see Life wriggle his waist Without feeling a twist. Everything was going As planned in no rush Unknown it was a brainwash. Before the arrival of noon I've been trapped in between A sancrosanct life and sin. My life became an oxymoron With the duo of joy and sadness Walking... Continue Reading →
Metallic silver skies shading the hour that’s come with an un-future day scrape the minutes together with copper dreams of tomorrow’s gold Oh don’t you see the folly of a thousand byes fading the night that came in my out of season grey escape the hours forever with the false dreams sold Oh can’t you... Continue Reading →
A ricocheting heart that disembarks passionless will inevitably decay. Secret-keeping has calcified my heart and for each scar there is a risk that I will never take, a life that I will never live, and a regret that will swallow me whole. Prolific, my tears have exceeded their worth. I, who am more conscious of... Continue Reading →
Something the blue teenager sold you left you high and dry, priceless, with the evil of forgotten meals. and your handcrafted tattoo. A thing that amounts to ceaseless rain by sleight of hand, the blue teenager sold you something: a cause for wonder, a good luck charm, as you loitered in the hall pursued your... Continue Reading →
1 I opened the door to my intimacy ajar, In the end, a tatter thrown to the road is left. A fable interesting to none, the secret in the service of the one who scares and enchants. 2 Lo for Algol smacked me at the birth The path of the past burst forth The path... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 