I take a deep breath,
Turn on the news,
Thinking it will be just chaos and abuse.
What I see stuns me.
A woman of power on the stage.
Amanda Gorman, that's her name.
She deserves a medal for she has reached my soul,
With the rhythm in her voice,
the expression in her motions,
Each word a sensation.
So I picked up a pen.
And began to write.
For she was my inspiration.
From you beauty radiates Like no other You cannot be real For if planted Would you grow? Would lilacs spread Across your grave Would...
Scared? Are you scared? Scared to open yourself Up into this world of fear where Pixels fill your mind and surround your Head and make...
To be loved is to see the ocean And to think of me Think of my staggered breaths Of my patterned randomness in The waves. See the salty...
Amazing poem Ari!
You write like her, Amanda. Clear, subtle, and accessible. I look forward to more!
love this, ari! thank you for sharing your immense creativity with us! 💜
So beautiful my Ari!