She lies fully clothed on the floor
with her hair radiating outward
not in wind-blown chaos
but attention-to-detail exactitude
with one ringlet tickling her arm
in precarious balance
of staying or falling
as breath threatens strands
to cascade like felled trees
gasps cannot re-position.
Diane Webster’s goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life or nature or an overheard phrase and to write from her perspective at the moment. Many nights she falls asleep juggling images to fit into a poem. Her work has appeared in Philadelphia Poets, Illya’s Honey, River Poets Journal and other literary magazines.