Scattered as seed for winter To do with me As it seems fit But when spring promises are made I hope to be planted In the right place

Still waiting to land But Why? Why is life and making something Of yourself feel so void of possibility Obsequious to the routine Of aging and escalators What purpose forms When bodies are allowed To roam free In forests and sea TO BREATHE Is that enough? I say it’s enough for me

I heard a bird And it was a glimmer Not promise or hope Just a star In my night sky That I could hear In the darkness

Come find me on threads!!!

With the compassion He carried in his heart & will of spirit He walked beside her Shielding her From the ongoing Hail storm She called life

Sometimes The beauty that falls around me Descends as a snowflake Softly on my soul Sometimes tho It falls like hail Piercing my heart

Not a moment too soon She was a woman Uprooted from a world Trying to keep her bound To its constraints #HomoAquarius

The number Of broken hearts That won't be mended here Are countless #justwrite

She is the light of the moon Behind an intricate pattern Of darkness That mesmerizes And coaxes him in #micropoetry

Poets paint With hues Of cursive strokes That take lines & curves And transform them Into a palette of emotions

Eyes deep as the ocean Holding a starscape of dreams Once wishes in wells Now a sky filled A horizon to behold Inside her soul #MadVerse

Over my shoulder In my rear view mirror A backwards glance Of how love's Supposed to be Before reality #ashverse

There are still places I want to get lost And there are still people I want to get lost with #mpy

J Roberts (she/her)

You are a morning smile & a midnight kiss You are the smell of rain & as fierce as hail You are time The before & after & my now #BentHalos

The rapture of morning broken in 2

I want to know Why seasons Have to end And why flowers Have to die Did anyone not tell them We wanted them to stay?

Dear Poet, I heard you Before I read you I felt you Before you touched me & I was yours Before you called me your own #DearPoet