Violet – A Poem

Counting the seconds
like an angry heartbeat
of a late summer storm

One / breathe

Crackling ribbons of
violent violet strike down
Closer than close to home
Rain falling in sheets

Two // Breathe / Three

Warm blankets
wrapped tightly
around me
My ears covered //
eyes closed /
& now the only
heartbeat
that I can hear //
is my own

Gretchen Leary

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About Gretchen Leary

I am 30 years old, I live in the Boston area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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4 Responses to Violet – A Poem

  1. Laurie Kolp says:

    I really like this, Gretchen… especially the quickened pace in the end. Hope all is well with you.

  2. Talicha J. says:

    really nice job with this one 🙂

  3. hypercryptical says:

    Beautifully written Gretchen. Hope all is well with you too.
    Anna :o]

  4. Renee Espriu says:

    What a lovely poem, although I feel some discomfort here? You either like storms or don’t. For me, I think it depends on how severe they are. Hoping you are well. Nicely written.

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