By Robin Wright
A prick, a sting,
a sharp kick to skin
caught unaware.
Brain registers
the invasion
but sings a tune
about life, liberty,
continuation of dreams.
Pajamas puddle on the bedroom floor,
shoes slide from the closet.
The sun is out and so are you.
HI Mare,
‘pajamas puddled on the bedroom floor’ oh how well you captured the whole darn thing …
glad to see your work here! jacalyn
Robin Wright has introduced me to the spoken word. Her words reach inside you and capture you. Thank Robin Wright, keep writing!!
Thank you, Mitzi!
like a hymn of triumph! hoping everyone gets into this feeling soon
Thank you, Dennis!
a terrific poem about life and times love the last three lines Mare Leonard
Thank you, Mare!