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.
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.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Whatever is teen life but hormones, angst, and eternal youth with so little time?
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.
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.
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.
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?
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?
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Nous consommé les mots comme l’air nous respirons.
***
We consumed the words like the air we breathe.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
In these times,
Nothing else matters.
Not our dreams,
Not our work,
Not our worries or fears.
Just you,
Me,
And the friendship we share in these fleeting moments.
