Tag: appalachian poet
-
West Virginia Summer: A fleeting evening in Photos
I’m not so sure what’s special about these photos on their own. What I am sure about is that, together, they capture the essence of a late West Virginia summer. Something that starts with plucking the embellishments for dinner from the garden. That ends with the sky on fire. But not until after its softly…
-
BREATHE
When your mind jumpsAround, up, downBreathe Things are so certainThe uncertainBreatheTime changes no oneBut isn’t time changeBreathe It’s how you deal with timeDeal with your mindBreathe S. L. Cottle
-
FORGETFUL
Remember the sand and the seaThe colors of the dayMusic playingWhen I smiled bigNo worry in the worldMy world It was harder to forget than it seemedSlowly realizing a lot of it wasn’t me I can remember the seaThe sandThe colorsMusic still playing They’ve always been methat smile on my facecolors on my cheekssea on…
-
REDISCOVERING YOUTH IN THE DISTRICT
Youth comes backday by daywhen you start to shedthings away When’d you startto feelso trapped Making eyesthrough Metro doorsGrabbing numbersoff the platform Taking a helpful strangers handthrough a Stanely Cup won crowdlifted up to yellin celebration Midnight bike ridesstopped for rooftop wine Waved downfrom a quaint boatThrowing your dressoverboardbehind your bodyCool in the Potomac Portraits…
-
SUNKISSED
The coolnessThe heatToes wiggling beneathIt goes to your soulA lightness covers your wholeBeing S. L. Cottle
-
WARMTH
From the smile on my faceTo the cold toesYou find misplacedUnderneath the covers S. L. Cottle
-
EVERYONE NEW
Now that time has passedI wonder if everyone newnotice what you know Familiar golden braceletthat I carry the sea with meThe idealistic eyesin love with new daysshedding the weight of your worries Now I’m too good for ‘bad’too bad for ‘good’You were okayYour self-pronounced roleto be bothYou were just troubled I’m good at feeling again…
-
EMPATHY (FOR A TENNESSEE BOY)
I looked at youacross the roomAn unsettled feeling from someoneI’d be close to very soon I didn’t want to talk aboutyour impending freedomYou’ve already prepared I can comfortably watchyou inhaleand exhale that thingput my father closer to deathor God,your father sounds familiar with Him I’ll keep my eyes emptyOn the insideI wanted to giveA reason…
-
BLUE
Bluethe ocean drewus inRedlips that ledyou to meWhiteA shining lightsinking infrom day At nightwe’d rather layacross the bedRunning my fingersacross your head S. L. Cottle
Sara L. Cottle 