Category: The Poetry Pot.
A Poem. . . . maybe we really are all connected: these reaching, yearning branches; these muddy fingernails and earth-worn skin; these resilient bones. the wind: it is here. then it is gone, then here again. maybe the dust within us never truly vanishes. maybe we continually float on. oh, terra. i love you. .…
Poem 6. Written by SnapDragon X. deep down there is a quiet calm a story an open ear a wrinkled hand softly grasping in love. . . . SnapDragon is an artist who is still a little bit afraid of The Deep End. Follow her Two-Bit Musings and more on Snippets of SnapDragon.
Poem 5. Written by SnapDragon X. (Um, like everything else on this site, yo.) these cracked feet, cracked hands and crackling lines around my eyes whisper in harmonious healing. the weeping and seeping of water has dried. a tortoise shell; a vacant nest; a notebook whose pages have been burned. yesterday is a vanished ache.…
Poem 4. Written by SnapDragon X. i’m realizing little by very little that life may be best when lived in bite-sized bits. . . . SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and non-fingernail-painter. Follow her Two-Bit Musings and more on Snippets of SnapDragon.
Ten Years Ago.
Poem 4. Written by SnapDragon X. let us light a pair of crooked candles for all that has left us and for all that remains. let us continue to wander and wonder and grow. . . . SnapDragon is an artist and writer who loves to snack on frozen M&Ms. Follow her Two-Bit Musings and…
Poem 3. Written by SnapDragon X. . . . i will not stop. the cause is too important. among the pencil shavings and piles of seemingly perfunctory paper i continue to speak. i see you. i hear you. i love you. and i will not give up the fight. . . . SnapDragon is an…
Poem 2. Written by SnapDragon X. how nice it is just to sit in silence and be. how nice it is to rest my weary ankles; to have no other purpose than to exist; to blink my eyes with impending sleep. how nice. yes. how very nice, indeed. . . . SnapDragon is a wife,…
The Spider’s Web.
Poem 1. Written by SnapDragon X. there is a delicate fluttering within me stitched down deep, that keeps us together after all these years. the constant spinning: may it never grow weary; may it remind you of everything that was and will be. . . . SnapDragon is, perhaps, just another brick in the wall.…