Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Personal Tale In this grit hotel, For fantasy dreams, The emotions swell, Split at the seams. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry For David III A solider, Eight-thirty to five. A moulder, Of words to revive. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Land No drops of rain, A dying dam, Water, my bane. A dying lamb, A dying land, But oh, so grand. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Midnight The moon winks an idle eye, Hinting it is time for slumber. The boldness, I laugh, I defy, To the liquor cabinet I lumber. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Carnival A hexagon of fun, He stands solitary, Twisted, earning someone, By offering cherries. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry The Archer Perched on it’s black claws, On an arrow to fledge, A raven on the edge, As the archer withdraws. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry The Empress The fury of the tempest, Determines the energy, Of the sword of the empress, Swung at her own effigy. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Duty Flowers wilt vainly in a blue vase, Saving but a languished beauty. Petals fall slowly to the base, You whisper, Death is a duty. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Experimental Journey I (The Scarecrow) A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes, In all the gloom devours unforeseen louse, All clocks and time dissolve to winds of plumes. Poor child alone with mind ever more in tombs, An umbrella for leg and no school house, A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes.[....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on February 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry For David II The long crease between your full brows, Your thin cracked lips, plumped with words and tales Please, tell a story, if time allows, Your face, to Troy, I would always sail. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
