She has a way about her Hot-tempered She boils and stirs The air Until heavy and thick Weighted In the intensity We bow Resigned to knowing Mere flowers, we are Dried between August’s pages An homage to her When the calendar reflects The depths of wintertime
2022’s book is out now! This year’s theme for The Association of RI Authors (ARIA) anthology book is Iconic Rhode Island. My fictional short story, Carefree, set on the Block Island Ferry, was chosen to be included. Pick up a copy on Amazon and enjoy reading the unique pieces written by Rhode Island authors. All… Read More Iconic RI
Take it easy Soak up the sun Windblown hair Convertible fun Fried seafood Ice cream cone Sand and sea Carefree zone Take a dip Take a nap Read a book Eat a snack Look ahead Never back Amber sunset Starry sky Sweet dreams No goodbyes There’s a sunrise On the horizon
Let’s take a ride in a time machine So, we can witness what has been seen Let the music bring us to days gone by We thought they’d last, but away they’d fly On catchy notes and nostalgic lyrics We’d reminisce but never truly hear it Lost in the noise of time and space We’ve… Read More Time Machine
Her presence Gentle and light Makes my world Soft and bright She warms me Body and soul My friend, Sunshine From long ago She knew me then She knew me when She’ll know me more Tomorrow
If you were a flower What would you be? I’d be a wild one Born to be free Free to be wild As my nature says, I’ll be With deep enough roots To not be careless But still free Free to enjoy The company of wild ones Like me
Some days are for praying Down on our knees While asking for a miracle We cannot yet see ********************** Some days are for praying Down on our knees To joyfully give thanks For the miracle received
She floats on the breeze Without a care On pristine wings With stories to share About all the scents And petals she’s seen A rainbow of colors Created in dreams Where endless fields Alive with wildflowers Glisten in the sun After a soft rain shower She has much to tell By the flutter of her… Read More Imagination Blossoms
My t-shirt states Good Days Ahead Since I’m a realist I half believe what I’ve read Because I know they’ll be hard Challenging and sad Some days to forget That were mostly bad But there will also be joy Celebrations and laughter Days to remember For many, many days after There will be days ahead… Read More Good Days Ahead
I explored the ocean In an unlikely boat Red-checkered, tissue-lined A cardboard vessel of the sea Where fish was battered Dipped once, fried twice In oil that splattered On the fish fry presented to me Perfectly golden Fish and sun On that day Were my gifts from the sea
Jessica M. Collette 
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