Whispers of the Wind

Of dragonflies and monarchs…

The Soul’s Poem

Poetry

I sat alone, my words they slipped
Oh how I longed, how I wanted to grip
To grip them so…

Ignorance Is Bliss

Is it really?

ignorance is bliss they say

Exhale

A Poem

If we could write our own story, 
and serenity of the sunset would bring a peaceful calm, 
I would exhale and…

Sedimentary

Facing Depression Through Poetry

The India Ink

A poem about writer’s reflection in words

Beauty

A poem about the beauty around me that connects me to the infinite