Poems from Lillian Woods
Her
She is a crazy girl, opposite of demure
Who basks in her own ethereal light;
A pastiche of memories and epiphanies,
She is a melody of...
They had their life,
their short time,
and their own pretty prison.
Their clothes of conformity,
and their halls of confinement,
cannot...
The cool in the heat,
The wet in the dry,
The rain in a drought,
The life force of all,
The thing we need most.