Poetry pages

  Being a teenage girl, a difficult time. Image is number one, objection a crime. As the “older, wiser” sibling I misused my power. Just listen to the story of my sister’s downer. Dancing ball in two hours, don’t know what to wear. Glitter all around, make-up everywhere. I just got the idea to make …

First beams of early morning sun The fiery giant slowly rising and Turning from reddish orange to yellow Its beams lighting diamonds Drops of dew glittering in the grass The green canvas sprinkled with Tiny yellow suns of dandelions Ears filled with heavenly melody All the birds singing their lungs …