The dreaded red ink
Crimson coats the riddled words;
Time for revision.
The dreaded red ink
Crimson coats the riddled words;
Time for revision.
Bustle on the streets
The city that never sleeps
Feels so far away.
The soft morning sun
Bathing everything in light
Slipped past me today.
© Kendra Condojani, Mar. 11, 2019
A city of light.
Chaotic serenity
Floods streets like people.
Empty road
Darkness closing
But to our side
A sunset glowing
Fifty five hours ahead of us
And about four hours behind
As we drive up to a place
I dream of from time to time
The first time I saw her she was dancing with the rays of light reflecting off the surface of the water. She strode past me with her chest raised to the sky and feet barely spending any time on solid ground before ascending once more. She was a nymph amongst humans as she raced the waves that came in from the sea. Continue reading
When the morning comes
We’ll set off upon the road
To find adventure
In our dining chairs we sat
When the end of day was nigh
And I enjoyed for my dessert
The smallest piece of key lime pie
As I drift atop the sea
I let my mind float carelessly
For every place I look I see
Crystal ocean calm like a dream
But then I start to paddle faster
Calm replaced by sounds of laughter
And as I race it does not matter
Exactly what it is I’m paddling after