Poetry becomes
us when we swallow the whole...
the infinite roads of my imagination
save me in dark...
tears, birthing a poem, so common
the melodramatic is always the inspiration behind...
I was smiling at the red sun over the blue sea.
I was watching the waves, rolling linens...
Thoughts to ponder
Sometimes life's lessons are planted like seeds...
When you think, you've reached the end
Of the tether that you hold...
The Love/Relationship Rules...
Holding The Crown
Ten dreams...
All the sorrow and grief
Life goes on without relief...
Appreciating
All of the free things in life...
A Good Day
This morning I woke up to say...
A Ballad In Late November
Black, grey, and white...