Bruises
written by: glenda
@higgins_glenda
Shipwrecks of filtered light
I’m not in love
Am I?
Spume flying
Against our boots
Blowing on cold hands
Haven’t seen you
In a long while
Holding shaking breath
With bruises
Time flying
Against our souls
Poetry again?
Old friend
Escaping waste baskets
A past not perfect
Thrown against the wall
Not sticking
Taking a licking
Like words between teeth
Needing cleaning
Glenda's writing journey started with children's stories and progressed to short stories and poetry. She has a volume of poetry called POETRY IN MOTION, about her years in Vancouver, B.C., where she read in different venues such as La Quena on Commercial Drive.
