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Tiger Lily

… she sits so still but seems so fluid

Peering out from those Egyptian eyes

Her green gaze prowls and warns

Smelling like an old book, 30 more words


Devina reblogged this on Hot chocolate and books and commented:

Hey folks, things are pretty hectic right now, or at least on the inside and, believe me, I miss writing. There'll be time soon enough though. Anyway, here's my newest poem ;)

On the wind

Hi people, if there are still any of you here (and thanks for sticking around!). I’m scrambled and uncertain and I don’t get to post as much as I used to, as much as I’d want to. 113 more words

My Writing

Perspective (1)

“What are you looking at with your
eyes so closed?” asked the cat.
“The stars and brighter suns. And dark nights
that even the demons… 29 more words


Haiku: the writer

He sits, rigidly.

Fingers twitch – little girl dies.

Eyes shut. Plot lives on.

© Devina S.
My Writing

Mornin' soup

The air was frigid

Like soup left on the table

The wind blew in forceful gusts

As if blind the to long dead heat

 The night was a hungry child 25 more words

My Writing


Stretched out on the back seat
I close my eyes and pretend,
My head rests on vibrant green grass
The edges beaded with dew
I see the stars above,

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My Writing

Haiku: Essence

Guyanese rainstorm –

Five o’ clock breeze, quiet

Stained glass, bits of home.

© Devina S. 11 more words