I reside in Melbourne Beach, Florida. My joys include raising toddlers, writing poetry and dialogue, the beach, singing, storytelling, piano and reading. My writing objective is to challenge myself through rhyme and reason, or the lack thereof.
By Brooke Ashley
Published on 07/16/2011
Clarity lost, clarity found.
Gently pushed to the ground The dominoes fall, Mind Body Soul Antennas burrow within the toile Layers of fabric flutter On flattened poppies. Wings pinned down by aenids The butterfly assumes a fixed position Within a shadowbox Snails braid hair Softly tangled with grass Pressed beneath the glass.
The ice cream truck drips music Syrupy sonatas churn The music box needs re-winding. Night air sifts through the shadowbox Night air becomes a batter Heavy with sweat and sugar. Morning light pushes upward Soul Body Mind The butterfly awakes Dew melts the tips of grass Butterfly escapes from the glass.