The lonely woman

The portrait of her children, grandchildren, and herself Hangs on the grey walls painted by her ex-husband, Twenty-plus years ago. She breaths in and out. It’s her time to let go of memories on this lovely spring morning, Like she let go of all newspapers and unpublished poems, wrapped-up and packed in taped big brownContinue reading “The lonely woman”

She doesn’t remember who you were to her

Maybe you were that thin crescent moon, Sowing lies into her soul for decades… How come you never got tired of that double life you had, and lived with a Botox smile with no regrets, while sharing children and a king bed, What were you thinking when fathering them? *** ©️Ana TOMA March 27, 2021

The speechless 🌕 full moon

Apparently, you can chat with the full moon. Yes, the full moon that you and I can see, when opening that large crystal window, of your innocent and heavenly imagination, to be in each other’s arms, for eternity. *** You can chat with the full moon through your eye-catching dreams, As she undresses your soul with Continue reading “The speechless 🌕 full moon”