Poems from Anna Arnold-Wallen



my return

A thousand whales

bellowing

for my return

to the place

from which I came.


I dreamed

it was my time

to die.




hurricane

what business do I have

to be here?


I am a destroyer of things.

I submerge, expand, and explode.


wreckage ensues.

mostly mine. probably yours.


I intend no harm,

only wishing to cover every surface

with my ever-present affections.


my love can build cities

from ash, from bone, from sky.


my love

is a raging hurricane from the sea.


we are in the eye.


we are in the eye.




the diver

she was terrified

of how deep inside

I could go

and see.




About Anna Arnold-Wallen

Anna Arnold-Wallen writes poetry because she can't not. She currently resides in Colorado.

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