An eye emerges like a thought A slither of an idea That bubbles into something more A reddish orange hugging a Yellow than yellower than the yellowest yellow
By Jada Ferguson2 months ago in Poets
The wind never let me be still I swayed - The kids stepped on me I drooped - The squirrels scurried across me I dangled
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Poets
I have known nothing but this Its' projections manipulate my vision A companion that lives to reminisce - It is a perpetual deafening, convulsing hiss
The wind is whimsical A flittering breeze scoops up leaves They swirl in a slow jazz paced tsunami of Bulbous Browns, Robust Reds,
Dark shrouds eyes, moon climbs. Dimmer every night. Shadows congeal to give chase.
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
Summoned to the blues Suckling at dexterity Tasting other worlds
All Every bit of a thing the pebble to the caterpillar the candy bar rapper to the ant who lost its' colony - All the bits of the things
Fiction quivers at reality's cruelty, the monsters are all real.
By Jada Ferguson5 months ago in Poets
Steps into my palm Stains the lines with vibrancy Fingers spread, it falls
Somersault in air, travel size magic carpet, blanket the cement.
Green at birth. Expose you to light, air, and the world to unveil hues.
Colors warm you more than the sun. Nature quilting a mosaic roof.
