Aged Stillness Hidden fortresses Hidden, starving hearts Hidden within boxes with potential echoes in mourning’s fog Hidden within tangled webs with disguised hopes and fears Hidden, now forgotten with blind victims Hidden, faint potential echoes linger with longings to shatter the… Read More ›
There are endless reasons to be a writer.
A poem about feelings I have thinking about a surgery in a few hours.
Nothing like poetry to start your day!
Picture from on the way to teach and a haiku to describe the weather today.