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 ~ Roses Grow in Essence

Photo credit: www.wattpad.com

Precious souls looking down,
Illuminating light,
Their tranquil tones good company,
Deep into the night.
They loved me in my lifetime,
They love me now they’re gone,
Watchful unwavering protection,
Melodic, soothing song.
I smell sweet roses where I walk,
I see them, full bloom, ruby red,
He grew them in the garden,
So much pride, peaceful bed.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet ~ Healing Hands

By artist: WanJin Gim thisiscolossal.com

The days are so uncertain, yet, I am excited for what is to come,

Fingertips no longer sore, blistered and bloodied; trying to hold on.

Dramatic states passed before, there isn’t much that can shock,

I tread softly now, soles of my feet crushed velvet, barefoot, no socks.

I just stopped reaching, Carpal Tunnel took its toll,

Repetitive, negative syndrome, disabling beast, way out of control.

Fired shots from narcissists, I dodged their repellent game,

They tried and failed pathetically, altruism, they missed their aim.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet ~ Epiphany Floats

Image Credit: Kate Anderson – Woman Floating Under The Full Moon

I’m tired of pondering on the past,

I mean, I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to feel bored, that’s not like me at all.

That third eye manifestation is real, I see it and it sees me, hello epiphanies, I’ll take your hits,

I love being awakened as you sprinkle sense and grit.

Always the same format though, I get down to get back up,

Hmmm…

But what if I rise instead?

Floating would be a heavenly change, the idea of ease is appealing,

Weightless, free from the bruises of repeated kneeling.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021