Poetry: Whimsical

Sometimes on the Path of Intimacy
I let fall the heaviness of my armor,
and gracefully out steps a ballerina,
dancing on her tippy toes.

by Nancy Gaeden

here i am
free falling
sideways
through time

by Nancy Gaeden

fruit of the dark earth
shiny
juicy
translucent
i am onion

by Nancy Gaeden

This poem came forth from a vivid afternoon dream.

by Nancy Gaeden

screaming, my
bellybutton screams

by Nancy Gaeden