Poem by Gervanna Stephens
simplicity in mind
I sometimes find myself
the meanings of simple words
to me this is self preservation
survival of all the love poems
I’ve penned in secret.
I want to write more
than my sorrow
spill ink like tales of grandeur
pen purposeful threads,
but most times I can only say good morning.
And isn’t that desire too? trial and error, fixed in sleep, wishes of good night, blessings beyond the simplicity of words.
I want to try, embrace all the in betweens that the day holds from morning to night.
Gervanna Stephens is a Jamaican poet and proud Slytherin with congenital amputation living in Canada. She is Assistant Editor with The/tƐmz/Review, hates public speaking, has two sisters who are better writers than her & thinks unicorns laugh when we say they aren’t real. Recent or forthcoming work can be found in Moonchild Magazine, Ghost City Press, Montreal Writes and Yes Poetry.