sherry-l-sutton-curtiss
American
Phonemes, words, and morphs of words are colors and shapes moving within me- sometimes a connect- sometimes a disconnect waiting to latch on to a new thought I didn't even know was growing inside. As long as I open my mind, and don't shut off the stream of ideas out of fear of what might be exposed, my muse speaks to me. Sometimes my words are silenced cos my brain needs to feel the moment, but there is poetry in all my seconds that pass. I'm a proud mommy of two daughters, a collector of music, a therapist trying to advocate for communication independence, & a freelance writer just doing this one day at a time.
Love grows between seasons of grief and respite like the barren land drinking in courage from the rains
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
Late night coffee shop buzzed on caffeine,
in tune with the buzz of electric appliances,
acutely aware of the young child sound asleep
on the arm sleeve of the man's coat
wrapped around him in ways that
his mother's arms are not,
her arms holding papers
like a poker hand,
the intonation of her Spanish by phone
easily understood as a night at the office,
telemarketing, swaying the buyer,
as Mr. Sleepyhead, opens bright eyes
wobblyturns to me to
feel out the audience.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC