Black Siren

From the sea he sees me on my rock...perched, thinks he, like a delicate song bird chittering, lovely,on the most outstretched branch of a tree,riding out a lively wind with grace,simply, and yet wondrously. No, dear mariner,This siren who catches your eye today,who captivates your mind from one thousand yards away,lying upon her bed of... Continue Reading →

Where

Where does one find confidence? In a jewelry box? In a book bought from a vendor on e-bay? Where does one find fearlessness? In lyrics? Sung to the tune of notes strummed by a pick on a guitar? Should I ask Taylor Swift? Where does one find freedom? On the frontier of the American West?... Continue Reading →

Blue

Blue bells and bridges Lilies' last bloom Folded legs beneath me on the edge of the end of my bed Rays of sun on the moon fall far from a warmth to my bones.   Copyright © 2018 A.M. Wilsonne Image: Original Work by A.M. Wilsonne, "Untitled", Medium: Pen

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