POETRY BY the wonderful and talented Avra Juliani....

“Painting God”

I look for softness,

 Within,

Painted irises.

Embers ignited,

Inside,

Of someone,

Like a fire,

Inside of something bigger

Than itself.

Like mommies and daddies,

With children in pastel dresses,

And,

Pressed ties,

On Sunday mornings,

Trying to fill something inside of them,

Like yearning,

Or,

Mourning,

Inside of something bigger,

Than itself.

I look for softness,

 Within,

Painted irises.

That allows me,

To be,

Inside of something bigger,

Than myself

“Painted Lines”

The painted lines,

And jagged crosswalks,

When,

At fifteen,

Everything seems jagged anyways,

The neon agendas, each conveying surrealism to the naked eye,

The beholder,

The beheld,

And the painted lines that I crossed,

On jagged passageways,

While people stood behind picket fences,

Pruned lawns,

Mocking,

Behind an eternity of straightened paths.