After the Storm

Purple thunder and Red rain

change and Blue jitter calm

the Black clouds part

hint of transformation

embers welcome a glass of wine and stone

her flesh – new – welcomes

the light. ray of a

warning from the south

disregard and Pass

into the wind

These Wings Will Not Be Broken

new paranoia’s slip – ignored

she never was a Butterfly

wings made of steal – the Phoenix opens her eyes and sings.

Advertisements

About tanyas13sonnets

poet and dreamer
This entry was posted in Poetry/Prose. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s