Poetry Weaver

Parachutes

Parachutes

I know nothing of parachutesBut doubt one could save me.How to trustStrings and silkpacked by someone else
The Storm

The Storm

Look at me in my fine dressWaiting for a love’s first touchThen this storm and here I standTo my disappointed arms I clutchSinking heart out the window peersAs lightening flashes in the skyHopelessly longing to see your faceBut the bridge is out- a flood is...
Pandora’s Shame

Pandora’s Shame

Stealing away to the forest to have a peekAt what she’s been forbidden to seeSoftly barefoot, she stealthily sneaksToward the golden chest nestled under a tree They have told her the future is contained withinEach night curiosity has plagued her sleepThinking...
Tormented Soul

Tormented Soul

Long ago she left this placeAnd went where kindred spirits dwellLeaving here in vile disgraceShe has returned her tale to tellIn wretched torment she has been,Not a moment’s peace has calmed her soulNow she returns to face the sin,Yearning to make her spirit...