Jerrice J. Baptiste
“A Purple Orchid,” “Poem for The Pink Petal Dragons,” and “At The Cusp of Autumn: Where Do Geese & Husband Go?”
Evelyn’s caramel colored
fingertips rub center of an orchid.
Soft saturated purple petals
awaken her eyes, like discovering
carving of ancient writings.
The Nile River on cave walls.
fingertips rub center of an orchid.
Soft saturated purple petals
awaken her eyes, like discovering
carving of ancient writings.
The Nile River on cave walls.
“My Birthday is Around the Corner”, “New Words for Poems” and “Gift of Love”
There is no escaping the gentle, fully in control poetic voice of Jerrice J. Bapiste. No matter the theme, her poetry blesses with meditative meaning: “My heart knows a deeper/truth. I open/the bag let some air in,/place the stone on my/wooden desk, remember/my mother loves me when/eyes tear up at sunrise/ at the old monastery.”