maelynslavik

...but maybe that's the point?  I wrote at random inspiration and when I was tired, but I hope you find it entertaining

“The world,” said Claire, “is a very pointless place.”

Daydreaming of writing

About the stars

With beach grass blowing

Around my face and

The smell of the sea tickling

My nose, watching

We are not the daughters

Of mother earth, but

Her sisters;

Each morning we rise and

Watch the dawn

Of the new day sparkle

This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.

I flip through the first

Couple of pages,

The sun's glitter and

soft kisses from butterflies;

My heart fluttering.

I felt pretty this morning, and

Danced around the room to

Girls Just Want to Have Fun

In my skirt and polo, and

Tried to brush my hair while still