Lisa Arnold Poems

Believing in
more of who
I am today
than yesterday.
...

rust
laden
sky, blush winds
etch lines along
...

Tapping my feet,
feeling the rhythm
of life's beautiful beat.
...

broken words
strangled by
uncertainty's
grasp
...

hushed silhouette breezes tango
honey lips dare whisper his name
when dawn gently awakes, he
will not be beside her
...

demons

descend upon
...

Slipping further,
I am immersed
below
the surface,
...

Echoes
broken, hollow
fall against fierce midnight winds
at river's edge shadows are cast
...

coffee-stained
James Dean
T-shirt
blue jeans torn
...

wind
tussles
backyard swing
dusk falls over
...