Poetess

On a humid, sultry night
On a sheer ocean bluff
Claiming some eternal,
epic and deserving
Heartfelt and demolished
someone elses
verbal plight.

Lonely lighthouse
in the distance
As if source of inspiration,
blinking out rythmic patterns,
Shines upon her
from great height.


Thinking deeply
About nothing
as if something,
really simple,
working out complex rythms,
is completely
and routinely
absolutely right.

Motionless
and fully fluid,
full of motion,
frozen rigid,
standing there
rather frigid,
deep in thought,
and looking down,
contemplating fight
or flight.