I am smiling simply for the joy of being here with you; my heart could laugh about it but a smile has much more of a story to tell.
The sun is warm on my face and the music begins to play in my thoughts. Briefly and unnoticed, he touches my hand as it rests on his arm, swift and invisible are his caresses. Evelyn, he says quietly, hIs name I say silently. “Love,” he replies. And then I wake up and find myself living a dream.
Founder of Chapter 13 Poet Society 'A Vision Dedicated for the Art of Spoken Words' We encourage Poets, Readers, and Writers of all ages to focus on keeping 'Poetry Alive' ... Via open mike, readings or support network for Poets, Music, Art or simply just sharing your work with us!There is always an audience to react vocally or written of your work and this society encourages future generation writers. Join us on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/groups/13poetsociety/ Yours truly Evelyn Leilou Colon, Writer/Poet/Artist
The silent whispers by the stone grave The mobled creatures the darkness crave The fallen beauties layed down in brave The tear drops the midnight wave The lonely pathway the sand pave The horror chuckles the sound gave The gloomy
Part of my family, you’ve always been. Earth is our house; the flower pot is Eden. We are a union of Chlorophyll and melanin. Chlorophyll gives you an ever-green colour. Melanin determines my skin colour. I still however, don’t know
The hand comes out of the rubble to throw the musky odor of a cross-legged monk under the ginkgo tree. An apparition comes outside the body of a fan-shaped snake; ignites the wolf. We were hungry, we were thirsty. Untwining
The boys are bathing in the river, The scene I will forget never, They are jumping and playing in the water, It is a joy forever. Every moment the calm ripples are coming to them, They are breaking those in