Francesca Valentina Villa Poems

Rocking chair,
rocking chair your tipping
and still tipping!
Rocking chair!
...

Doors shut, beyond me appears
Plasma like, pulsing, and smeared with onyx
Uninhibited like an infant butterfly my essence skipped
Undauntedly approaching an presence within the internal expanse
...

Glistening in ocean's rays
Luminous leafs bathe against the roar
For I am lower than the sun
Far from any shore
...