 |
My first attempt at a Sonnet. There's a light switch in there if you can find it. There's always light...
|
 |
Tanka
|
 |
Tanka
|
 |
With grace I move forward, Searching for solid footingOn scorching hot concrete;Once stumbling on a field Bursting with colorful aroma, Where I find m..
|
 |
What do you think about.... ?
|
 |
Her eyes trace the wounds of time,
As hesitation oozes from its sores;
This was never really here, it says
And she wonders where she’..
|
 |
Weaving in and outI lost my way,
distorted by my own soul grieving;
yearning for sight to shed its light
and direct me to where you stand --
t..
|
 |
Intently, she veers off a path of gloom,
wandering into a meadow, soft hue, full in bloom.
Tossed sporadically, flowers shading tomorrow,
amo..
|
 |
Dancing alone, to and fro, between the notes
I find your name spelled out in intervals.
Swaying to the ballad of my bewildered soul,
half steps ..
|
 |
A blade of grass rests comfortably;
resting on my knee, small and green,
I stare at it suspiciously.
A blade of grass sits quietly;
sitting..
|
 first  prev 1
|
|
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This