Poems from Ana M King
With a big smile on the face,carryng their little wrapped box in their head they approach you.
Before you have time to reveal yourself they...
The sky is a green stagnant swamp.
The marching thunder approaches,
More rapidly with every peal.
Dawns light tries to infiltrate,
But it...
Last night the breeze sang a lullaby.
This dawn it screamed in howls.
The distant rumbling approaches,
Unlike the peaceful quiet of last...
Dont tell me you dont matter!
You are all that matters!
It begins with one.
One is a powerful number.
If none did ,one by one
There would...
Who lives here,
In this shack,
In a dead end corner,
By the bayou's edge?
A funeral bier,
Drapped in black,
With a weeping mourner,
Behind...