*Note: These poems are not a series but rather individual poems that stand by themselves*

 

Pinwheels

Purple clouds spin like pinwheels
I shoot my crimson arrow
droplets burst my soul falls with them
still my ego is drenched with sorrow.

I shoot my crimson arrow
I am high as that child’s kite
still my ego is drenched with sorrow
my sigh of relief with every beat, my heart.

I am high as that child’s kite
my reflection is muddled in that puddle
my sigh of relief with every beat, my heart
a tiger butterfly cries.

My reflection is muddled in that puddle
droplets burst my soul falls with them
a tiger butterfly cries
purple clouds spin like pinwheels.

 

Dusk

At dusk the demons
consume the hues
of pink, orange, and red
that streak the
horizon like messy
paintbrush strokes,
but what remains on the
corner of their mouths
is the color red
like lipstick
or blood.

 

Pollen

The pollen coats
my fingertip
like gold,
but with a
single
blow
this
vanishes.

 

Sophia Falco is the author of her debut poetry chapbook: The Immortal Sunflower (UnCollected Press, 2019), a winner of The Raw Art Review Poetry Chapbook Contest. Falco recently graduated magna cum laude from the University of California, Santa Cruz along with the highest honors in the Literature Department. Her poems have appeared in The Poetry Matters Project, Tiny Seed Literary Journal, Indolent Books, Wingless Dreamer, The Beautiful Space, among other journals. Falco has been living with bipolar disorder 1 for nearly a decade, however this has not stopped her from pursuing her dreams, and accomplishing them. In addition, as a mental health advocate, she finds poetry as a great way to bring awareness to this often devastating illness that can be invisible. Falco enjoys writing in the styles of experimental and contemporary poetry with an emphasis on metaphors. In her free time she does photography and gardening—the tallest sunflower she grew was 16 feet tall!

 

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