By Anne Mikusinski
Observation
In the balcony I sit Watching As below Grounded but in full flight You soar Carried by passion's currents And unchecked inhibition You meet me where I am And usher inspiration in.
Third Interlude
Your voice fills up this space Like smoke Seeping into corners And entering each room With or without invitation Changing everything it touches. I think of suitable accompaniment And conjure subtle strings Or the occasional Interjecting keyboard As acceptable companionship For murmured words.
Three AM
Outside The rain whispers Playing counterpart to sounds Inside Soft tapping of keys Give birth to ideas Baby-stepping their way Across blank pages. From another room Brushed drumbeats and low strings Spread light upon a scene of Quiet work And little sleep
Anne Mikusinski has always been in love with words, whether they have been read or spoken aloud. She has been writing poems and short stories since she was seven years old. Her influences range from Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath to David Byrne and Nick Cave. She hopes that someday, her writing will be as much of an influence on someone as these writers have been on her.

Nice work, Anne. I like these a lot! 🙂
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