Miriam Carreon Poems

Long, long ago in a far-away land, there lived a beautiful forest nymph. She lived alone and preferred to slumber during the day; but once dusk settled in she would arise from her dwellings and the forest would come alive; she would fill the air with her captivating voice and she would dance lithely with the woodland beasts,

amidst the soft glow of the midnight moon.
...

Looking at you now,
I feel heavy,
and light.
...

Why do I
Cling
To sorrow
When I am in fact
...

pen poised
midair.
thoughts grasping in the air
gasping for breath
...