Aspiring author climbing her way out of the slushpile.

A woman made of prose and poem seeking the keys to publication.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Storm Poem

She had clouds in her eyes
rain on her cheeks
thunder rolled on her tongue
lightning course through her veins
the wind picked up
littered dreams
she was a hurricane

She had sun in her smile
rainbows tied in her hair
the clouds parted when she spoke
the morning dew reflected
scattered dreams
the wind threw down
she was a gentle breeze