Poet, published writer, artist Native to NC, enjoying coastal living. Decent human being. Grateful. Dwindsorprice@yahoo.com Windsorstudios@wordpress.com
Till We Meet Again, a poem by D. Wyn. Price, 2019
Wearing scarlet at a funeral,Laughing with the dead,In my heart, you would…
Child’s play, a poem.
The sweetest invitation,Can I come and play?Wondering what game is afoot,And will we once again stray.
Bitter Cold, a poem.
Tell me it’s all good,Oh really, please explain,How everything is peachy,When I am still in pain?
Who and whom, there, their, they’re, for and four. learning when and what, not to mention when less is actually more.
Finding Truth, a poem.
Conservative does not mean closeted,Masculine does not mean hidden,Choosing whom I’m open with,Does not make it forbidden.
A Mile In My Shoes, a poem.
Walk a mile in my shoes?Do you think you can withstand,A world so narrow minded,As to what defines a man?