Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Surprisingly, the shoes fit,
comfortable as they are expensive.
But, at what price?
After betraying myself
for a bit of bling
I flee to the
comfort of a
well-worn, broken in pair
who accepts me
as I am.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Juxtaposition

Tragedy happens
while the blinding sun shines 
and oblivious tourists walk
on the steaming hot boardwalk
in cheap flip flops
and seasonal tans.



Monday, March 14, 2011

What can we do to reach across time
and change things 
that we had nothing to do with
but were only 
random occurrences 
in the long timeline
of lives 
that intersected ours? 
Poems © Gemma W. Wilson