The clouds moving, The trickling sound coming down on to the rooftop, of the house as I lay asleep. I wake up, I go downstairs, open the back door, and as I walk outside. I take in a deep breath, and as I let it out. I feel this nice crisp air moving through my body and soul. It seems, to give me my own cleanliness, like it does the earth. As I keep walking outside, I feel the cool air, moving in my hair, it makes me feel at peace within myself and no cares in the world. Just enjoying, the moment of a thing called the rain.
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Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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My favorite season
Leaves changing, the smell of fresh crisp air, as your walking through the forest. The crunching of the leaves, as you step on them one foot at a time. How beautiful this time of year is, with the vibrant colors of the trees, during the day and the big bright full moon at night. This is why Autumn is one of my favorite seasons. Its the change from summer to Fall, preparing us for the change of the next season winter.
By Jennifer lindquist6 days ago in Poets
Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Fiction
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Lovely, Jennifer. Just lovely.