Trust, as if trust is not an issue Let curiosity lead – hunger for learning See the world as undefined – focus soft. (Amaya is
Creativity is a jungle – unharnessed overgrowth threatens the light – chaotic madness ensuing Genius enters the chaos – culls the extraneous – captures the
Day, no more than a sliver, casts a subtle glow on the path. A small bird tap-tapping on windowpane has awakened me, invited me out.
Mermaids have the best of life, she’d tell anyone who’d listen – castles deep on ocean’s floor, and watery skies that glisten I’d give up
Like fisherman throwing their lines, she casts her spells…imagines the universe as an ocean, conceives of elementals, hungry for bait, waiting to nibble at her
Ancestral circles steeped in lore – symbolism lost, and imminent – Geometric rhythms play with destiny, ascribe fates. (For Willow Poetry’s What Do You See?