Poems from Jessica Conway
Can I describe to you,
This feeling I feel,
When people are there
But you aren’t
And they laugh and you laugh,
But you aren’t laughing
...
Forms reduced to
Nothing but what the world wants
To see. Based on
Television and
Magazines and
Celebrities. But I am
Proud of me
Proud of...
There in the meadow
A group of small children
Are playing a game
Of Ring Around the Rosie
They start off clockwise
Singing,
Ring Around...
Heat rises above the peaks of snow and ice
Sparkling crystals reflect pastels across my face
Many a tear had fallen slow
On which man had...
Dark of Night
Birds sit still
Leaves take flight
Around the hill.
Deer in sight
Ghosts and Ghouls
Often take fright
'Naught laugh at...