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.


3 thoughts on “Her Voice

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  2. motherbethel Post author

    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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