Do you still think of me?
Or is my memory strewn haphazardly
across frost-bitten sidewalks
like once-beloved Christmas trees?
Formerly prized possessions
decaying near piles of garbage
having served their purpose
in due time
replaced by others, perky
and piercing green

What if the best poem ever written has never been read
The best soliloquy in history never once said
What if the best song ever played had never been danced to
Simply because we weren't given the chance to
Save every draft and treasure your trash
One day they may be discerned from the ash
You could be the next Emily, I the next Poe
And like most famished artists
we'll never know

Upon the rising sun
my soul took flight,
as the morning rolled
in on the foggy view
beams of light woke me
with such a sight.

As the quiet atmosphere
was broken life began to
breathe and woke with
eyes wide open.

The skirt of morning lifted
upon winter's embrace.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The cobwebs settled year’s ago,
the dust gathered on the table,
the placements are falling apart.

After decades of fringe and
grungy textures and dried
ink smeared on the walls my
poetry through the centuries.

My poetic heart is choking
on the ashes left behind.

My violin strings are fragile
and ready to break.

My love song flew away
on the wings of a Lark
looking for it’s heart.

This is my Vintage heart
wrapped in decay.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Pixels dance like pixies
moving up and down the screen
and laughing as I wipe my eyes
not believing what I've seen.

Illness persists
Through spit and violence
An apex predator
A fraction of a molecule
Here's the equation:
Size has no correlation
To power or strength
For even the tiniest of specks
Punch in bunches
Evolving their very existence
To remove someone elses
Quite familiar, how similar...
The law of life states:
As long as life exists, it will seek to break and take
Harmony is a 7 letter word
On a fractured line
Suggestions to stop it
Fall out of range
From the moment of birth
We are proof of life, eternal strife
Beyond the clouds
Is there heaven for breakers of paradise?