Chrysanthemums tea steeps
as i.
Rest is breathing
Sunlight sunbeams cascade
you omitted them
***
Volcano flares
But your eyes are sealed.
***
Boiled fingerling potatoes
mashed up in a porcelain white bowl
I scooped with my index
slathered it on my rosebud tongue tip
***
and the phone rings into vibrator heaven
***
geranium green on my 24k bangle
***
locked in self
possessed
***
I’ll be ok.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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