Up the Chimney

Volcanoes. Boiling inside me. Triggered by the mundane, others would laugh it off. Maybe smoke it in their lungs and out. Tar scarring an imprint. For some, a drink is all the fun, dizzying the mind away from pain. Hang over and next thing you know, it’s come back to haunt you. Think I’ve found…

Sunday Morning

  Sometimes I count the way you look at my hair in the wild and green Sunday morning walks at the park. I count the stare. One blink. Two blink. Three and four. And when I try to look back, you turn your eyes to the ground. As if the ground has something more important…

For a Weakened Warrior

She stared at him with confidence Too much for him to bear. How strong you are! Her words vibrated. His troubled eyes could barely look up The bruises on his back Too heavy of a pain To start all over again What a burden. You are powerful! She gazed at him with honor. For fear…

The Mask

Pretentious fool In this game of rules You played your cards wrong Have you no fear? Karma calling to you. No answer. In time the wheel Will turn And in return The play will unfold itself to you You, the lead role Will know What act you played all along. © Nicoletta If this poem…

Flame

  he looked at me with burning eyes scorching flare I stared at him with certainty fearless dare desire heating our every touch never have I felt a love as such © Nicoletta If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…   Photo by Charles Newton Price: Black Rock City, Nevada…

Singing Soul

I am having a love affair with Music. You see, I couldn’t help it. The second I laid ears on it Something took over. Passion distorted my every thought I had eyes for no one else. The pulsating heat of every note High or low Birthed ecstasy into my veins. My blood spoke with love…

Pulse

And suddenly I learned how to write With an open heart. The mind Long left behind Was drifting In logic. And with my pen Held tight In the right of my hand I printed Words with pulse. © Nicoletta If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…