Phantasmal clouds wreathe the hills-- the sea, rough with foam breaking; seagulls encourage one another. From that dreamy mess she emerges: Poem of mine, you taste salty on my lips.…
Thank you for not making me go the distance alone. May I still be here tomorrow and the next day and the next to see this through. The WordPress Writing Community is the best. You are part of a new thread in my story and I will not forget.
Once there was a girl... She is pacing the floor now, waiting for the book to be born. Thank you, all. xoxo
A sonnet and a short story about a beloved pet named Argos. Written for W3. Thanks for reading.
For today I've chosen to write for you a gogyohka. Please read deep into it and I hope you like it.
A Poem inspired by one or two Marc Chagall art pieces. Thanks for visiting us in the sky. I hope all your sunsets are real.
Do you know what your Spiritual Animal is? Read here to take the quiz. This post is written for Tanka Tuesday's poetry prompt No.322, Enjoy.
"We are simply a constellation of bodies swirling in a giant golden teacup of human magic." —Kym Moore, Author of We Are Poetry: Lessons I Didn't Learn in a Textbook.
How amazing it is that we can still remember things that happened long ago. How amazing! May we never forget.
A day in the life: “Life is never made unbearable by circumstances, but only by lack of meaning and purpose.”~ Viktor Frankl 💗 👏 💃🏼 🎶 ☔️ 🐦