Swirling colors
like fixtures with glass gobos
shining onto some stage
illuminating the actors,
revealing their presence.
Passionate pleas
entangled in dark crevices
reaching for a spot of sky
and singing to the moon above.
Reach out your hand
and let me hold you.
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a poetry journal
About Me
- Arielle Marie
- I sing, and write stream of consciousness poetry, and do absolutely anything with theatre. Oh! and I waltz.
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Each of these poems is copyrighted 2008 by the author. No quotations, however brief, may be made without my as the author's prior, express, written consent.
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