Burning brightly through the window The sun's ray cut into space Warming every inch Filling it to its brim Crackling kindly from below The fire soothes space Filling it with comfort Sighing in relief A firm foundation-- the couch Supporting soft surrender now A quiet place-- solace A gateway-- serenity Each cocoons me-- Softly floating down stream Toward pure clarity. napowrimo day 12
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
I lie horizontal eyes fixed on the blinding sun, sparks of needly pain spread across my scalp, they follow the pathways of my nerves And
Hibernate this time instinctively follow it, never doubting it. Hibernate next time without blame or anger, leave frustration now. Hibernate every time it’s correct and
Wispy strands of air whip my body, a gentle massage only a winter’s morn can provide; I tilt my chin up into the brilliant blue