Eleven Alone

Distant reflections.

Eleven Alone

Winds swept howls of latent wolves

Crouching in the spotlight snow

Eyes crimson-curious, wont for midnight leisure

If only I would cease splintering

Icy glass missiles of glazed

Winter speech

Pause, crush, slide

Exhilarated spree

Oblivious at eleven years only

Bonded to every atom

Salient within the silent world

I tingle down to 

Twilight fingertips

Wander-drift

Forget to stand in the way

Of myself

Reviews

[Robin]

so many never learn to step aside ..

[Ed Hart]

what a treasure you are, hidden in yourself

[paul]

each word you write carries so much weight, making everything you write of profound

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. hallelujah! ... "icy glass missiles of glazed winter speech"? ... it's as if a stealth bomber just flew across the skies ... and shattered all the glass in my building ... absolute genius, brooke ... your crimson curious eyes bring you in the spot light and how ... and don't you stand in the way of yourself ... just keep writing like a dream and keep inspiring us ...

[An Ordinary Woman]

Forgetting to stand in the way of oneself is forging forward in life. I really like twilight fingertips and wind swept howls. you communicate your point with grace and beauty. I greatly enjoyed my visit!

And thank you for the kind reviews.