I left that piece of moon in your sky let it warm your soul till the time I am…
the brash strutting of city lightsfades velvet black to mouldy grey,stealing twinkling manna,still one heavenly giftcontinues to…
“less is more”, I had heard but when it comes to words we writers are always searching…
Chalkboard prompt: Presence
Without warning she comes upon me,
on the vagaries of light(a One-Line Poem response to “A vague day”, by Chris Coolsma for Chalkboard)
A pantoum after Ram