t w o w o r l d s

Find me in silent
corners where the
horizon’s mouth
swallows another
burning ball,
licks the cool sky
in pastel blush
in front of all.

Find me in soft,
tender nighttime
blanket, sipping a
the third cup of my
daily coffee haul.

Find me inside the
chosen shell of
solitude where
thoughts are
slowly eaten,
gingerly chewed.

Find me on the lap
of whistling rhymes
and twirling rhythms,

for I live in two worlds—
the real and the written.

09.25.2019
©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo by Thought Catalog on Unsplash

16 thoughts on “t w o w o r l d s”

  1. Great imagery in you poem!
    Find me inside the
    chosen shell of
    solitude where
    thoughts are
    slowly eaten,
    gingerly chewed

    When I read these lines, I thought maybe you were in a chrysalis processing words and creating a poetic butterfly!!

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