“So we meet on Friday?” I asked.
They dancedunder the halo of rainon Sonata Row,
A Free Verse Poem
The Story of a Girl and her Grandmother, by a Girl to her Grandmother
Sunday comes on sober legsher brow lit by a pale sundrowned by each and all;
A free verse poem modeled after Edip Cansever’s “The Table”, as prompted in How to Grow Your Own Poem by Kate Clanchy
Part 10 of the Moon Series
Spirits get restlessin the shadow of a Hunter’s Moon, air is clear, colours…
I squint my eyesbut tears keep falling down.Oh, damn this glaring sun!But you don’t mind,your…
Free verse
Tears, like seedsof promisesreaching the gates of time -If only something could be done…