When Sleep Will Not…
(listen to the poem, read by Diane R. Wiener)
Night hitches up her moon
as I lie flattened undercover
casting lines up to the stars.
I curl into a tight pocket
and wait to be taken
out of this stretch of time.
I try to dream up friends
who visit briefly then leave,
galloping on mares.
I crawl out of my cocoon
and pace the rigid night
until I meet the chorus
of mockingbirds
who have the power
to summon up the sun,
who have no loathing of darkness,
who find it restful.
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Water-Color Girl
(listen to the poem, read by Diane R. Wiener)
Here she runs, all smudged at the edges,
barefoot through sky’s reflections.
She can be careless of underfoot
held by the lightness of clouds
and visions of a future beyond wonder.
Time’s hands cover an eyeless face
but cannot keep up with her
armfuls of petals and butterflies.
She crayons a limitless world,
with riches of boundless laughter.
There can never be enough days
to fill with the new enchantment
she will bring to each moment.
Still swirling in color, still running
through Summer’s playtiming.
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About the Author
Corinna Underwood is a British author, currently residing in Rome, Georgia. She has lived with bipolar disorder for more than three decades. Life amid the turmoil of mania and depression and the spaces in between are often reflected in her poetry. These poems are from her Phases of a She Moon series.