Transformed
by the sun’s rays
peppermint essential oil
dance
piano
love
cuddled
Transformed
by movement
truth
diving in to the new
color
hair
beauty
smile
Transformed
by shapes
wind
kindness
heart
passion
dreams
luxury
a second
Transformed
by late mornings
the little mermaid
her protection
her magic
her smile
Transformed
by the warm fireplace
glistening shadows on a bright autumn day
nail polish
lavender
mascara
lip gloss
Transformed:
quick
gentle
right
for a moment
for eternity.
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.
The sharp eruption thunders next to me, I am deaf, but for the ringing in my ears it whispers: say something, speak up, stand up
Two vacations, both alike in dignity, In fair Springfield (where we lay our scene) From annual girls trips to surprising spouses, Where civilian illness and
The Potomac sparkled, reflecting the early afternoon light. Crisp Autumn wind flipped my hair straight up, above my head. I silently walked the labyrinth at
Each sunny day, I jog downstairs with my lunch bag and sit at the same park bench in the courtyard. The one drenched in sunlight;