Poems

A single open poem on heavy cream paper, handwritten in elegant ink script, rests on a dark stone surface. The lines of verse are crisp and legible near the top, dissolving into soft blur lower down. A delicate dried wildflower is pressed flat beside the final line. A fine-nibbed pen rests diagonally across the corner of the page. Cool, directional light from one side carves sharp contrast across the paper's texture. Shot in close-up from a slightly elevated angle, shallow depth of field, cinematic quality. The mood is introspective, elegant, and intimate — the quiet power of words on a page.

Poetry Previews

Here, you will find sneak-peeks of Lily’s poems that are being prepared for publication. Currently, you will find three poetry excerpts from her upcoming collection, Finding Home Again.

Begin With These Poetry Excerpts

“Displaced”

Returning home to a place that isn’t my own.
To a home that has never known
the sound of your footsteps or
the smell of your cologne.
I pass by a street that once knew the grooves of my tires.
A house that once knew
the sound of our laughter,
family dinners and
my picture by your bed.

“Ghost”

It’s shattered –
the mosaic of us.
Splintered and decaying,
crumbling under my fingertips,
slicing to the bone as I
try frantically to salvage every sliver.
I fear these remnants of you will linger,
long after I forget the ten digits I dialed every shift

A narrow writing desk tucked into a dimly lit corner

A single lit candle beside an open worn journal on a dark wooden surface, wax pooled at the base, warm candlelight casting a soft glow across handwritten pages. The room beyond is dark and undefined. Shot from a low angle, shallow depth of field. Crisp, cinematic quality. The mood is solitary, contemplative, and quietly at peace.

“Women’s Intuition”

It taps on my shoulder,
ripping at my stomach at every excuse
that falls from your lips,
dripping slow and sweet like honey.
And I’m quick to lap it up,
while this curse screams that
it is honey laced with poison.