def poetry jam

i am a woman
now that i have cooled to you
i love my hour of wind and light
why then, must we see?
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
awful truths these be
she heard the children playing in the sun
come down at dawn from windless hills
i despise my friends more than you
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
sweet with fern and rose
noises that strive to tear
a flying word from here and there
beautiful