Afternoon Heat
blood red oleander blossoms
against a pale blue sky
I want to weep
Chrysalis
threads of fear cocoon me
chrysalid, I must break the fragile web
unwrap my paralyzed wings
open the years of parentheses
Matrix
we hold each other in everlasting arms
as we travel the meandering path
between the pairs of opposites
back to divine source
Yes, T.S.
we are voices
mumbling in the dark
unheard
unheeded
tongueless creatures
gesticulating
groping
grovelling
unable to comprehend
god
or
godlessness
Young Girls of the Land
He who has ears, let him hear. Matthew 11:15
anguished ones testify
girls to women, truth to power
penetrate deaf ears
remove scales of blindness
scribe their pleas
Fay L. Loomis leads a quiet life in the woods in Kerhonkson, New York. A member of the Stone Ridge Library Writers and the Rat's Ass Review Workshop, her writing appears in print and online publications, most recently in Synchronized Chaos Magazine, The Blue Mountain Review, Fevers of the Mind, Sanctuary Magazine, Pleiades: Literature in Context, Rats Ass Review, and The Passionfruit Review. Fay’s poems are included in six anthologies.
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