You’ve always been a storm
Your lightning mouth
Electrifies my heart

Gentle whispers from above
Awakened me more
Than ever did
This loud world

Don’t take away my dignity
While patching up my broken dreams

Ocean gusts slunk between the trees, who whispered to one another about The Great White Father being home; how everything was back to how it should be.

Her eyes were the color of whiskey and grace. Moments with her always felt like getting drunk on Sundays.

Poetry is breathing words that gives a reader pause.