She Be a Poet ~ Balmy Blue

Created by: Tiago Caetano

Relentless rain, you’re joking,
torture taps, drip drop,
confused mind, May where are you?
please, I beg you to stop.

Relentless rain, sunshine thief,
pickpocket of rays and suntan,
fierce wind drinks, dehydrated dermis,
i’m bluer than cyan.

Relentless rain, time’s up babe,
trickling tricks for the last time,
balmy change arrived today,
sunset and sunrise.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet ~ Holding On

Artist: Muhammed Salah

Love you or ‘I’ love you?
The difference seems clear,
one is just something you say,
the other begs, you are wanted here.

Say it, don’t say it?
Actions will spill the beans,
I love you with a passion,
deep in lucid dreams.

To hug or to hold?
Arms outstretched for both,
one, a moment of reassurance,
the other, solid commitment – protective oath.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet ~ Fantasy Green

Image Credit: Francisco Provedo ~ Inner Light

The cold wind hit me hard today as I walked,
it slapped my skin without warning just like life.
You know how it goes, life is good and then it turns,
life is cool before unexpected burns.

Fresh buds are peeping from the ground,
bluebell blanket caresses the forest like a lover.
Petals droop without reciprocation,
run, run for cover.

Keep on moving I say – to myself that is,
affirmations set in natures ears.
Green hues act as balm and bandaid,
skin so worn, tortured by all that is dear.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet ~ Fortune Favours The Faithful

Artist: Kathrin Honesta

Hearts and minds played with,
greedy digits strum a callous tune,
melancholic, I feel cheated now,
lost without red, too blue!

Injustice stabs my soul and hope,
life, in all its capable glory patiently hovers,
waiting to settle in freedoms net,
the view from there is like no other.

Beds are broken, made by unfair tools,
structures formed in secret corners,
heavy, deep in muddy playing fields,
united in harmony through disorder.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet ~ Hand on Heart

Image Credit: https://pin.it/4Ku3Pcq

How do you sing a love song,
when the words are hard to hear?
Long are the hours in winter,
a lonely sofa and ice-cold beer.

It’s all good, that’s what people say,
a statement that hides sad truths.
I plead with fictional characters,
assailants jumping from roof to roof!

Lives and lies entwine, lovers fooled,
twisting over tight shoulders to be heard.
Crippling imagination, mind, allow me to be,
out of gas, I’ll walk now, keep on moving to be free.

Undaunted, deep-rooted will resides,
solar plexus awakens; senses alert.
Intuition transpires; my heart in warm hands,
guiding me truly when no one else can.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021