My Ship Won't TipA Poem by Kristin LeeLove get's us throughWildly flung through the air Like volatile salty spray Cast from rough and swirling seas; I cling to every moment So I won’t fall apart.
Images locked away Like Da Vinci’s lost and stolen art; Stored in secret catacombs, Protected by the pitch black labyrinth Creating the bowels of my mind. Warmed by the brush of your hand Here under the star kissed sky Tires thrumming against wet asphalt I’m met by a stark reminder Of mortal consequences. Hot tears flood the deck Without speaking a word Our hearts bow before it all Yet this moment…is right. Moved by the truth to imitate Mona Lisa The most tenuous smile graces supple lips; With love on our side Even in the darkest storm My ship won’t tip. © 2013 Kristin LeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKristin LeePortland, ORAboutI write with a no holds barred attitude, wielding my pen like a dagger to carve tales of fiction entwined with hard and bitter truths. My work generates bold, sometimes dark and devious stories that .. more..Writing
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