Biography of Cecilia Skopec
Cecilia Skopec Poems
The smell of rain flows into the valley like mist. Clouds hover above threatening to reveal their secret. Familiar to death, all forest turn dark and silent. Erie whispers show that the wind has arrived.
Life Vs. Life
One's death could be, another one's life. Although, thoughts must flow. Paths are strong,
In her cycle, the moon starts in the dark. It's as if the clouds take over the night. The wolves have nothing to howl to or bark. With the naked eye, she is out of sight.
Sweet To Sour
Strike the rocks loud and hard. Fireflies erupt from the collision. Gather sticks for the usual tribute. Flicker, here. Flicker, there.
My body slices through the surface of this entirely different world. A world that defies gravity and holds air. My arms sweep with smooth momentum,
The clock ticks and hits the hardest hour. Sending the butterflies fluttering rapidly. Look to that little bird on your shoulder. Is it that time?
In her cycle, the moon starts in the dark.
It's as if the clouds take over the night.
The wolves have nothing to howl to or bark.
With the naked eye, she is out of sight.
The one night you see her beautiful half.
All light shows mid as strong, across the plat.
Like an artist made a terrible gaff.
Luna still has the looks of being flat.
You turn to see her exquisite in round.