Butterflies

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


There are butterflies inside this cage of mine,

Holding my stomach and heart together.

They flutter about,

Speeding up the metronome,

Warming my blood,

And tossing the contents of my lunch like a storm.

I know,

I’ve seen the x-ray.

Self-Discipline (Lack Thereof)

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


Hands unshackled,

Legs free to run as they please –

But trapped inside.

Unable

To Captivate my own thoughts as they run rampant.

Caged in the ineptitude of inculcation.

My very freedom is my inhibition.

Distorted direction

My own election.

My only delight to demarcate

These neglected deliberations.

Doors to Nowhere

Poem and Image by Isabelle Sorrells


Double doors of wood and glass

Standing on the tenth floor,

Old and unused.

Chipped paint,

Cracking panes

Blocking the way to nowhere.

Or is it leading…?

An out of order sign is on the wall beside them.

A warning,

Or a rule needing to be broken?

Curiosity discovered

There are no floors in nowhere,

Only air,

With a

Very

………..Far

………………Ground

…………………………….Below.

Surreal

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


Flowers in by boots,

Clouds in my hair.

Yellow grass above me,

Red air beneath me.

Plato the jilted planet on my right,

Ferris’ wheel to my left.

My mind beating in the space of my heart,

My heart thinking between the clouds.

Hand in foot.

Foot in hand.

Eyes of water to see,

Dali got nothin’ on me.

Ride

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


Come with my darling

and we’ll fly through the depths.

We’ll drive the clouds!

You and I will cruise across the rings of Saturn

and dance with Andromeda

If only you’d take my hand.

Leap of …

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


Can you take the leap?

Can you summon the courage

To place your trust

In the cerulean liquid sky?

Can you trust it to catch you

In clouds of effervescence

When you step off the unshakable security of solid ground?

Abandon its consistency and aegis,

In exchange for the thrill of discomfort?

Can you stop thinking for just a moment,

Close your eyes,

And Jump?

Moon to Waves

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


You are the moon to my ocean,

Pulling me toward you;

Making my waves,

And yet, I can’t manage to get any closer.

***

Are we doomed to be so drawn together, but to be so far away?

***

Maybe I don’t need to get closer

To be with you.

Our destinies are intertwined.

Who can defy the gravity we share?