Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif: Animation.
short story slam week 32: how about stories or experiences unexpected?
Then it hit me like...
The breeze came through the window...
Into the puddle...
here is my entry:
past memories resolved
by present cold rain,
not to stir the embers,
not to punch on icy wall,
i let my sensitivity hide behind the door
a shadow under moonlight,
the flash from the gap through the window
all darkness shakes me hard and wide
I trust faith
yet seek love,
the way a foot steps into the puddle
reminds me of the ripples
and some say, stay quiet,
others say, remain calm,
I choose autumn air, free of Facebook follower fight