I live in a poem
ten feet wide
holding the length
of my solitude
as it stretches
I wonder
if ten feet
is the right
phrase
images gone unnoted
because the thoughts
come fast and hopeful
parading the sample
poems, rough drafts,
and plans… miles of plans and hope again
determination, growth, fortitude
pressing on my rhythm
to push out the negative
And suck in at the gut
Where happiness guides my appetite
and loneliness vanishes
moon and stars take its place
to shine over desolate sunny days
and prank the sky
as the words, smooth as milk,
charming as
dainty dances, tea cups
full of imagination, sunlight… at least of the spirit
flitting away the sugary mantel
like a boogar
stuck to the end
of a hopeless finger
the exorcism a success
branding my future
with gospel
grace
and gratitude
About the Creator
Keitha Bennett Cole
Keitha B attended community college in Ithaca, NY and Cleveland, OH, acquiring 2 associates degrees and a lot of writing fodder. The school of life was attended in her 20s, where she was unable to graduate... maybe when she's done on Earth.
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