She turns on a dime,
wraps you in silk,
slashes you with her words.
Her training in,
the art of dance
images, serene in your mind.
warped by the world,
she casts-off, never to return.
Who does not think about things when you are a writer?
Then I think what those things are and try to define some things.
Some things are not catchable.
It is snowing
here this morning and the darkness
is just lifting to outline each
Weather is fascinating. Whether it is
thunder and lighting,
Wind and the gale of the sea.
Thoughts of sorrow, pain and joy
coincide with the laughter
that pierces one way
Weather is fascinating. A one-time fling