I see her restlessly hopping from flower to flower
A pattern of busy
no end in sight
no pause to reflect
no deep breath to reset
Inside an igloo of creative flow,
she resides, skimming petals with intricate designs,
premiering a twinkle of ideas–
for us to spy.
Her giggles of glee gloss over our street
and it’s hard not to be infected by it.
The season’s changing
and we are all riding the wave
just like her–
erupting with intentions
all over the place.
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.
Saturday, October 27th, I stood on the sweet serene sand wondering which direction the storm had gone. I shut my eyes, inhaled and listened to
back home a loneliness fills the reality of it ending the fantasy blown away by the winds of truth unpack rearrange call him call her
Remember to write, you are a writer no matter what they say, Remember to create, you are a an artist ignore, avoid, cleanse yourself of