In a cold world on a hot day, I come home and relax. Yes,98 degrees outside. I turn on the ac and lay across my bed to take a nap. The beauty of the natural light shines upon me for I am a "Sleeping Beauty."
In a cold world on a hot day there is movement in time all across the world - Noise, traffic, interviews, meetings, laughing, crying, talking, playing, eating...
...
Read full text
Colette, this is the first time I've ever read you, and I shall have to read your poems again! Giving you a '10' for this one, which would make an excellent dramatic reading! Please read my 'Somebody's Daughter' or 'Dawn of a New Day' or my latest, 'Turn it around' to get a feel for why your poem impressed me so.