Jasmine Marie

Jasmine Marie Dec 2023

traces

my words a time capsule,
my longing a cipher.
my sorrow an ocean,
pay tears just to tithe her.

my breath ephemeral,
my feelings akin.
leave letters,
spell out my beginning and end.

Jasmine Marie Oct 2023

a saucy fridge magnet poem

let bedrooms crash
what bones we question
feel sin from complex commotion

Jasmine Marie Oct 2023

I can't offer homemade soup, but I can offer homemade poems.

My yearning deep bodied like a healing broth,
a cacophony of sirens to cure a bad cough.
Browned bits on the bottom,
warm aromas within.
Bobbing for feelings and veggies
to drown out the din.