by Joanna Hatcher
She was constantly engaged
in a dance with those
souls she loved;
A tidal ebb and flow
Of passion and retreat.
She was the maddening consummation of diffidence and ardor;
One minute storm,
One minute safe harbor.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
A lover of life and a dreamer extraordinaire. I paint with words and I'm a metaphor junkie. Also a curator of odd, useless facts.
Last updated April 11, 2015