Posted on April 9, 2016April 9, 2016 / Poetry The Tempest With emeralds and champagne, head turning, Dizzy and pinning, the people protest, Worn floor, red velvet curtains burning, Wind blows plumes, an impassioned tempest. On board, raucous men with stale tobacco,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 10, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry The Tempest Dear Doctor, I dreamed of a tempest, Each wave swallowed me whole. And I swam away, at your behest, But could not save my soul. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
