Christine Austin Cole
Christine Austin Cole Poems
- Air Born She tumbled from the sky that night White washed ...
- I Left A Poem I left a poem on the side of the highway last ...
- Confession To a claustrophobic, the confessional was penance...
- Art (For An Audience Of One) I may be Art in the way that he...
- Lost Marbles (A Coffee Shop Tr... “To be honest, ” she ...
- Debris (Dust Or Diamonds) [We won’t survive this as we began ...
- Art (And Nothing More) …. somewhere, he is standing with a ...
'A woman made of words is milkweed, bound to rattle open, scatter, and be lost.'
~ Marisa de Los Santos (excerpted from Io's Gift, which was included in her poetry collection, From The Bones Out) more »
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She tumbled from the sky that night
White washed and too familiar
Holding cotton candy dreams
In her hand
Timidly, she set down
And begged the earth
To take her in
Her heart just wouldn’t
(She could still hear the echoes
Apple pie lies and emptiness
Hopeless, she couldn't bear to listen)
She convinced herself not to cry
Wanted but unacceptable now
Rejecting the memories that
She smiled, as the night
Breathed her in
A single stubborn tear