Her Voice

The stillness of water mimics the blue birds crackle.

She wrestled spring on her hips.

Aggressively painting sun-stained orange sometimes fiery-red.

Salivating with power on her tongue.

Blinking ,colliding two thoughts toward the sea of purpose.

Rolling down windows ,breaking into the attic to re-invent a voice of her own.

Poet Krissy Mosley.


Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling stories to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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  1. Pingback: Her Voice | kneal1
  2. Reblogged this on kneal1 and commented:

    The reason I write,to tell stories and bring Spring even in Wintery times.
    I love to share hope,and laughter GodBless. May our lives be rich Thank you for visiting either blog: Mother Bethel Poetry or kneal1
    Poet:Krissy Mosley

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