Fractured flower petals Gather ‘round the vase To lay on the table In their final resting place Though their perfume’s faded Of their scent, she’s still aware It’s a gift she’s been given Of a moment once shared Still, she dares not touch Lest her fingers feel them go Bit by bit Until nothing’s left… Read More Final Resting Place
One sunny day It returned to me By way of the shadows A distant memory It crept along Where the bright light shone Walking the line It had long since known Crossing-over Between light and dark Leaving in its path A trail of sparks Illuminating What once had been Cloaked in the shadows Of now… Read More Cloaked in the Shadows
I still wear a t-shirt From when I had a teen crush Born from America’s pastime Raised on the days of summer When a AAA player Chasing the Major Leagues Skillfully stretched To catch more than flyballs With all the ease of cotton Yet, inevitably Pinholes appeared In the fabric Of time and place Where… Read More Threadbare
In my family We have a little joke About a funny statement My dad once spoke In the summer heat On Independence Day My dad said his truth In his own quiet way “Well, that’s it,” He said with a straight face His now-famous words He cannot erase “It’s 4th of July, Summer’s officially OVER!”… Read More “It’s the End of Summer!”
I remember when pulling petals Decided fate If love would blossom At a future date Or if the last petal Would decide Love’s not to be Between him and I And if the final answer Didn’t fit I’d pull more petals I would not quit To find the answer That I sought “He loves me,… Read More Pulling Petals
A canopy of blue above Countless waves of blue below Reflected in my eyes A place they used to know Where thoughts are lost But soon are found In endless hues of blue Bringing me back Pulling me in To memories of you
I’m starting to forget Details of his face The subtle, precious details Time cruelly has erased They drift away like chalk dust Before they dissipate
It seemed like forever Waiting for that day My first driver’s license Was my license to play In a piece of metal Rubber wheels hugging the road Gripping the steering wheel Freedom was mine to hold The rev of the engine Paired with my favorite song Road trips were as fun As the day… Read More Drive
Take me away Mixtapes and memories When a Walkman was still A favorite accessory When school gossip spread By word of mouth Only as far as The loudest could shout There was no Internet No instant reaction The problem of the day Involved solving fractions The only selfie A Polaroid picture Decorated with markers… Read More Mixtapes and Memories
What secrets and truths Do old portraits hold What stories were lost Before they were told What history rests Inside antique frames What were their given And family names What would they say About life, they lived What advice Would they likely give What would they change If they could live again What was… Read More Portraits
Jessica M. Collette 
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