F/Houston, TX I'm Sherlene. Sometimes called She or Sher, at times by friends. I am published under S. R. Mats.
Anthology - Sometimes a Garden, ISBN 1-894241-03-7
http://battistonpublishing.com/
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In this vast echo chamber I cry out the words I want to hear Then I no longer hear the truths That causes me to fear The facts become a stranger thing As truth has flown on fragile wings And all sound reason with it
Watching you My checks still flush bright red, Fading into pink. Do you notice When the vein at the base of my throat Pulsates with excitement? Or when my green eyes brighten And glisten with love? Do you see me anymore?
The sun is out and birds begin to sing; "Lovely" is written on the clouds that remain. A battle of sorts breaks out between 2 mockingbirds; You'd think that it wasn't dead of winter But had turned to spring.