Wild Imaginations
dreams are juxtaposed in rapid interchanging scenes.beauty i can’t see an intrigue, and patently absurd the wild as i scream my lungs out till i’m fully awake b...
Tag: poem
July Clouds
“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.” ~ Roger Miller it’s hot, it’s hotair rises likea morning songsummer itself delicious truthof an old stor...
Now, I Shall Walk!
I think of a word simple and sacred. Yet nothing comes to mind in praise of slowness. For the restless mind with thoughts swirling like a gypsy skirt is stuck W...