Sunday, July 20, 2014

A Poem by Diane Webster

Green Light, Red Light
Green lights blur
like white center lines
on midnight highway
until car
euphorically sails
silent in darkness
fingertip close
until roller coaster
plunge flashes
red lights, red lights.
Diane Webster enjoys the challenge of picturing images into words to fit her poems. If she can envision her poem, she can write what she sees and her readers can visualize her ideas. That's the excitement of writing.  Her work has appeared in "The Hurricane Review," "Eunoia Review," "Illya's Honey," and other literary magazines.

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