Not meaning to drop eaves nor lend ears thatail the ills of malintent,yet I couldn’t help but hear…
Feel me, see me, taste me. Slowly and surely, claim me. Pleasure pulsing through my soul,stroll…
A creative mind, crushed by the daily grind. Words running around my head, demanding…
(brush)Paint me not as sympathetic to the fool,As troubled thought becomes worried word — Through bitten…
in honor of Arbor Day and the end of National Poetry Month
A love poem about sharing perspective.