Poems from a.lee1
What is color?
Is it a mood,
A memory,
An expression of life?
It is the iron
To the fortress,
The unmovable gates
Of the city of art
It...
They threw stones at her
Hurled insults they
Knew would stick
Sticks and stones
Broke her bones
And words were ever hurting
She grew gray...
Can you feel the deeps shiver,
In the ground-quake of uncertainty
The thing you have set your feet
Upon, suddenly is unstable
Your built-...
Bones like leaf-veins
Barely enough to keep
Her from flying away
Face like chalk
Easily washed from memory
Early tiredness
Draws upon it...
Few of us never have a
Moment of weakness,
Of giving up
Nearly all need help to
Find the strength to go on
Some are able to assist
They...