Life is knocking at her door,

smiling again,

shadows of chemo fading,

death was put away,

buried in an ancient civilization.

She beems,

it’s time for a vacation!


looking in the hotel mirror,

posing, taking selfies,

she radiates life.

Feeling pretty in her new dress.


Woman in Hat

© Poetry Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Run

Running at Night

The Run

Street lights piercing the darkness,

no sound except my heart pounding,

feet hitting the pavement, churning,

jogging, then sprinting around

the road that circles the campus,

Alone but strong,

I was 20, sleek and fast.


not exactly peace,

but I knew I was alive.

© Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree