The roots of the clouds
Were firmly planted

In the sky –
They could not be uprooted

Like a turnip.
The dark asylum of my mind

Liked the dreariness,
The foreboding clouds.

It gave me a place
To rest my sun-drenched

Eyes from days gone by.
I twirled in my sleep as

The world’s tears slipped
From my side.

Dawnell Harrison

Dear editors:, I have been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Queen's Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, and The Puckerbrush Review among many others., Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes. Thank you.

Last updated February 11, 2013