Cichokitty's blog: "My Poetry"

The contrasts of the peaceful

Moonlit night

And the pounding bass

Of the impromptu disco

The convergence

Issues a moaning wail

As the soul of a person

Flies

And

Dies

All in one breath

The bell tower

Nothing more than metal on a string

Sways in the ever blowing winds

Of a life always on the move

Railings

   Bars

All to keep the most important at bay

To keep reality from seeping in

And it does

Reality has a way of being ever elusive

Suddenly fleeing

When you think you have found it

~ Chavonda Frazier