Am I My Savior
Abandoned on the edge of the moon,
the silent space where my prayers pace
the eye of God begging for an audience,
I wonder if it’s brave to hope for rescue
or trust I can rebuild myself from the broken glass
that carried me here.
Tantrum
Ms. Rainbow enters the stage in her gown of charmeuse silk quoting Wordsworth and silences the sun’s soliloquy on his relationship with clouds. Her theatrics are more jealous tantrum than artful expression or love of poetry. For all her brilliant colors she only draws a moment’s adulation before her attraction begins to fade. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 #NaPoWriMo2019 Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform
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