Visual Poetry
By Anne Marie Wells
Sometimes You Have to Lose to Win
My
White
Flag is a
canvas pregnant
with wind and
I stand at
the
h
e
l
m
sailing far away
from here.
Make a Wish, Darling
Maybe shooting stars
are nothing but daisy petals
tossed to the side as
The Universe wonders
whether
or
not
she’s
loved.