Water Falls
Ebulliently
casting
Shadow shards
like feathers
That swim with
the clouds
How they
electrify
Mixing yet
staying
Jaunty in the
sky.
A Lamp
Sits on my desk
It’s surface
hard
Unyielding
It shines
It’s oval shape
calls
It was a gift
many
Years ago, I
hardly
Remember, I’m
grateful
For its light,
it’s
Unobtrusive
color
Reflections of
it
Waiting
Listening,
longing
To dance and
sing
To do what I can
do.
A Path
Tangles through
underbrush
It weaves and
turns
In complicated
ways
Like a violin
contemplating
The tick tick of
feet
Falling leaves,
the timid
The spry,
awaiting.
ANN PRIVATEER
ANN PRIVATEER is a poet, artist,
and photographer. She lived in the Midwest and now resides in California. Her
work has been published in various journals.
Grateful to see Ann's beautiful work in this venue!
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