Bio

I am the smallest red hen hoping to outrun the mistress of the house.

I am a forgotten sachet, crumbling lavender at the bottom of a lingerie drawer.

I am a hollow tree.  Is there a yellow jacket nest inside or only a quiet place to rest?

And, like a patient tiger, I am becoming.

I am warm brown biscuits made by paper-soft, lined hands.

I am green apples on a bending branch.

I am swirling feathers of red and white paint stirred together in a metal can.

And, then, I am pink.

Reviews

[B.J]

Well represented aspect of life. Well written and I like it

[sakshi arora]

well penned but i couldnt get the exact meaning but i like the choice of words

[Kim]

Thank you so much for taking the time to comment. The poem represents growth to me. To me, the first three lines represent more pessimistic images (or with the tree, the unknown). While the lines at the end show positive movement and hope.

[sakshi arora]

ohh wonderful thought :)

[A. Amos]

Interesting read and you pen very well my friend.

[Kim]

Thank you so much.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

I have the impression of someone secure in themselves. A feeling of well being. Nice work. Please write more. Clive.

[Kim]

Thank you for the insightful comment and kind words. I am in the midst of a renaissance with hope for well-being at its center!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. I like the lively flow of description create good vision and thoughts.Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kim]

Thank you so much for the descriptive comment and kind words.