an aspiring poet - student - chasing a dream
Supper with my sister, who, with youthful eyes, Drove, to the dingy Doggy Diner That had me shaking with familiar cold. A tender, laughing couple caught my cloudy gaze, With bright smiles like pristine saucers. I was Eighty-Three.
By N. DeBoni5 years ago in Poets
In hues of vibrant viridian,Joy dances before my eyes,Reaching out with spindly branches,S p r e a d i n g its leaves towards endless skies.
By N. DeBoni6 years ago in Poets
Bright baby blues Shine with glittering wonder, And linger on stained memories Etched into our bones. “Do you remember-” A breathless, “yes.” Between us, a shared laughFrom looking years back.
I s t r a i n againstA cartilaginous cage;A dark cocoonThat crumples my form. Silken shackles,Layer upon layer,Suffocate me,Encase me.