Anna Vera’s Poems

The Black Box

Which is worse – to wonder, or to know? What lies within the place I hate to go … My stomach twists, my heart feels weary pain Forever I search reasons to refrain From visiting the place where shadows lurk; Where papers wait, to tear my mind from work … I wonder what dark letters [...]

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A Crease in the Sheets

A crease in the sheets Looked just like your feet, But I knew you had left. So I straightened the bed. Half-hoping to find You were lying inside. I imagined you’d say That you’d got off the plane, You’d decided to stay. Or that maybe, you’d say That you’d had to return; Or that someone [...]

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What I Thought it Would Be Like to Be an Adult

This is not a poem. This is a response to a writing assignment from http://www.writeanyway.com. The assignment is: “spend five minutes writing about what your younger self thought being an adult would be like. What sorts of freedoms did you think awaited you when you were finally all grown up?” And here is my answer: [...]

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