By Dawn Illsley
Roaring wind lulls me to another place.
Quiet breathing in the margins of my mind.
Pressing thoughts, bossy and demanding,
yank me from my reprieve to reality.
There’s a call for spring outside the window.
An urgent call from a little bird whose hungry.
Then out comes the sun, like a little answered prayer.
The light creeps across the room,
Warming the spot on the floor,
Soon to be occupied
By a little furry beast,
Desperate for warmth.
On the windowsill,
The pink blooms are dried up,
Not the end,
But it seems hopeful for more.
Drenched in sorrow
Drenched in sorrow she sits,
Head bowed, in a silent prayer,
To someone she doesn’t believe in,
About something she doesn’t understand
There’s a crowd inside my head,
It’s beyond capacity.
There’s no room for hope.
I’m empty of care.
I’m tired of smiling.
I’m barely there.
Behind walls By Dawn Illsley
Rapacious eyes follow my lips.
Lips speaking words.
Words that torture and neglect.
Neglecting the subject,
torturing the truth.
The truth trapped behind walls grown thick with time.
Reckless Adventure by Dawn Illsley
The waves crash and retreat back to repeat.
I shouldn’t be surprised by my wet toes,
but the waves chase me up the beach.
Like a game of tag in the back yard.
I’ve wandered into a place not meant for me.
I feel like an intruder,
The sign says off limits.
But I still go,
cheating the under tow,