Edith stood still/ Her Grace took a fallHer hair like tendons held tight to her skullHer…
What cause is change?
Come to the pale blue riverthat runs through her crevices
Free Verse Poetry
Imprints of your etched words in the carbon papers of my heart never dry,
Songbird share the day
His smile contagious, walk within water
Yellow, my moon, asleep in monsoon skyLets fog wander over fields of wet rye…
Edith’s brittle bones were filled with natural inkHer mind, a stack of wet chalk and boiled…
Good day to all you wonderful writers out there! Are you up for a poetic form…
Water washing flaws