of Orangescapes — Orange is like childhood impressions someone would occasionally play Joanna Vang, 2022

under the earth’s lid — The wetness of my hands hold every you and softly falls in the sunny parts of your steps along my path to depart with every solemn stream and touch the infiniteness of your soul On the gentle whispers of your skin, I bend and tremble to the sweet vibrations of your heart It’s my beaten hand by the…

Still — A love bird rare in cyan blended with your blue-green revitalizes the teal living moments emphasizes scenes of a happy song and a tweet with delight you caressingly hold a gleaming sailcloth in unison with an unusual spotted rosy chest Joanna Vang 2021

At the right time — Written as mere explanations whispers as existing things nothing is more necessary than love’s awareness a step closer to existence Scant tastes of history do not even speak the ideal the greatest possible instrument of transformative struggles All the noble thoughts spilled in creative outlets converted to washed messy palettes where attempts at perfecting them are now fixed to almost any light-minded people the…

Gentle Whispers — Gift me a walk in the gardens of your mind To admire the melancholy with the eyes of yesterday To meet the acquaintances of the soul never too much for my hands never too little for my soul and whisper me those memories in the tempo of the wind…

Saturday Poetry Prompt: just because you love the sound — Leaving, grasping the suitcase left hand filled up with diligence empty spaces full of dreams and poems and memories that sketch the ideal place to draw The wheels carry generosity sliding with ease the load synchronous cycles handled in faith as the very heart of modern life and it’s inability to draw from the nude The unexpected apparel expansion is gently providing radical…

Poetry — Blues taste in the sunrise and you were right the tears of happiness held the day and the music riddles to hold the pen and fill in the word sol the magic key with the treble that starts with a spiral and ends to a dot in one…

Poetry — Hold tightly the backstory on the characters succumbed to the scent of the white fluttering does the essence of parted

Poetry — Magnetic fields crossing the boundaries cutting off words indefinite in the city of stars the social chroma on the one end of it and the moon on the other side can be seen in shiny shapes and outlines glaring to the heart washed by the tide for her colorful flight spraying light in a…