Jessica M. Collette's Blog, page 37

Crescent Moon

A waxing crescent moon Hung in the sky last night A sliver of radiance Mysterious and bright At first glance, it appeared Sharp and severe Able to pierce the dark With pointed spears But I imagined two eyes Playfully placed And soon came to life A celestial face Who smiled down on me From the… Read More Crescent Moon

Pumpkin King

It’s been a long few weeks Since Halloween Just look at poor Jack To see what I mean He’s busted and rotting With a mouth full of dirt The more he sinks The more he hurts He worries about The long winter ahead The darkest place yet 2020 has led He dreams of 2021’s Dawn… Read More Pumpkin King

Mumbling

As if communication Wasn’t hard enough Now with masks covering faces It really is tough Are they smiling, frowning, Or cursing you out Are they happy to see you Or wearing a pout From a distance Comes a muffled sound As five different people Shrug and look around “Were you talking to me?” “Were you… Read More Mumbling

Bed Sheets

Is there a better place To be beneath Warm bed sheets When bones are tired And minds are groggy From the weight Of these days Is there a better place To be beneath Warm bed sheets Where troubles fade And worries sleep Where we lay down All that we keep To be and dream Beneath… Read More Bed Sheets

Lost

Now’s a good time A great time to get lost Lost in the music The pages of a book Lost in memories A favorite recipe to cook Lost in a project A purely creative space Lost in a romance In the smile on a face Lost in the woods In the salty ocean air Lost… Read More Lost

Honey

They drip like honey Sweet from the spoon Amber perfection Until the rise of the moon Nearly empty The spoon sinks in the tea A swirl of autumn In a pool of ebony A hint of the day that was Warms the night to be

Still

Day turns to night As night turns to day As it’s always been As it’ll always stay We take a breath in We breathe it out We hold onto hope We’re shackled by doubt Still, the sun will set Still, the sun will rise Still, a new day dawns As we open our eyes

Climb

Give yourself a break As you navigate your way You’ve been through hell But tomorrow’s a new day Though it may lead right back to hell No one can make you stay Climb your way out With your scars on display

November’s Way

November’s golden embers Grow dimmer by the day Faded and fallen Never long to stay Never ones to say goodbye Just gone for good one day Though we wish to hold on That is November’s way

Too Young to Vote

Too young to vote We’ve all been there When we were innocent And unaware Of the contention I’m right; you’re wrong The constant noise That’s gone on too long Before we’d ever heard Of hanging chads When a Happy Meal Was what made us glad When the grown-ups stood In long lines As we played… Read More Too Young to Vote