enough anger to breach a 6 year writers block

I’m Undone

Black is the look I see in your eyes
I turn my face so you don’t see me cry
Anger unleashed burning my face
My ears bleed at the words you say
After this eruption
What do I have left
A flow of venom
To scar my breast.

©01.02.07
Bonnie Jean Higgins/All Rights Reserved

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Words Within Crystal

I held a crystal ball,
Within this delicate sphere,
Colorful words swirl like mist.
A poem desperate to escape,
Strains against it’s invisible prison
A poem that I lived,
A poem that I dreamed,
The poem that I cannot write

B.J.H.
09-25-2013

Dreaming through the years 2000-2013

Once I dream t of Camelot
Misty castles along the ocean
Once I dream t of a prince
Who would pledge me his devotion
Once I dream t of stormy skies
And a claddaugh ring on my hand
Once a fallen Angel
With demons in her head
Once alone on Saturn’s rings
Waltzing with the dead
I have dream t so many dreams
In my cherished moonlit nights
I’ve wrote my life’s story
By the warm glow of candlelight
I have dream t so many things
On my perfect fantasy world
I escaped reality and lived in fairy-tales
I still dream of Camelot
And Castles on the shore
But now I am content without a prince
To complicate my world

B.J.H.   August 7, 2013

Green Upon Green

Green upon green
Water drenched trees
Under a canopy I write
Comforted by the sounds of twilight

Green turns to gray
As the day starts to fade
The colors go home
When the Moon takes the throne

Still I sit here and write
A poets delight
Under a canopy of trees
Touched by a gentle spring breeze

Gray turns to blue
As the stars come in view
I must go back home
To my fortress of stone

Green upon green
My eyes you have seen
My voice you have heard
My words you now read

Bonnie Jean Higgins
©March 12, 2013
~ Inspired by a Willow Tree after a Rainstorm ~

 

Willow

Willow

Ocean Whispers

Silky waves are calling me somewhere in my dreams

Ocean mist is touching me while in my bed I sleep

Too long has it been since I tasted the sea

Too long has it been since the waves caressed me

I long for my nights walking alone on the dunes

I long a glimpse of my indigo Moon

Neptune’s daughter alone on the sand

Holding the Moon in the palm of her hand

Silky waves are calling me somewhere in my dreams

Ocean mist is touching me while in my bed I sleep

by Bonnie Jean Higgins  08/15/08