Annette Pisano Higley : Writing

Fireflies

Fireflies

A Poem by Annette Pisano Higley


Tiny lanterns lit, Nebulae of mid-summer, Fireflies at dusk.
Before Yesterday

Before Yesterday

A Poem by Annette Pisano Higley


I wish I was Born Yesterday, Or today, Or tomorrow. I wish I had No Memories, Or baggage, Or wounds that bleed. I wish my eyes Were never..
The Core

The Core

A Poem by Annette Pisano Higley


Outward From the Core Of the spirit-egg, Silver strings of light Emanate. An explosion of tensile Tendril threads Burst forth From the center..
To Rhyme Or Not To Rhyme

To Rhyme Or Not To Rhyme

A Poem by Annette Pisano Higley


Arguments for rhyming May be valid and correct, But in my mind the need to rhyme Is a pain right in my - neck.. No, wait, I did not mean to be ..
Nightmares

Nightmares

A Poem by Annette Pisano Higley


Nightmares from the past, Lessons learned come back to haunt. Hard lessons, hard learned.
Life

Life

A Poem by Annette Pisano Higley


Life gets much harder. Sit in the sun to see God, And love while you can.
What Would They Say

What Would They Say

A Poem by Annette Pisano Higley


If Jonathan Swift were here today, What would he say? Well, Swift would look at our crowded school rooms With students so deprived, And propose m..
Summer Shower

Summer Shower

A Poem by Annette Pisano Higley


I dream, Wrapped in a red and black plaid Cocoon, Lulled by soft rain pattering On a tin roof. Above me, Bare beams Of weathered pine Form a..
Harlequin

Harlequin

A Poem by Annette Pisano Higley


Harlequin. Comedy. Tragedy. C’est la vie. Desiccated, Overrated. Don’t look Through me. Don't cry To me. I cant Keep up The da..
Old Gods

Old Gods

A Poem by Annette Pisano Higley


Single note Plays Silently. Pan’s flute, Elegy for A lost age. Old gods, Revered no more, Except as Images projected On Giant screens..