Posted on December 3, 2016 / Poetry To A Miss I, dancing in my own bitter disgrace, Washed and hung out and my mind unaligned, And with my memory I did erase. Unable to maintain a fitful pace, Body and soul so utterly resigned, I, dancing in my own disgrace.[....] Read More+20 Tweet Share
Posted on March 12, 2016 / Micropoetry The Dog The sun sets, rises dark, A soft wind caresses. A dog howls in the park, The lone sound progresses. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 12, 2016 / Micropoetry Light Fear of what the pitch dark brings, Owls resting, now end of night, As we unfold our plumed wings, And journey into the light. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share