Annette Pisano-Higley > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Sometimes, Life cannot be described, With jeweled words and lofty phrases. Sometimes, Life is just life, Bitter, bloody, broken. Sometimes, Oil..

She is an inspiration.🌹

The face of a woman, Its living poetry, Its sublime architecture Of bones and skin. Worshipped by Da Vinci And the Masters. Framed by a Baroque..

With a look like pity, Or hunger, They stood around And stared, Casting lots For his clothes, Sharp teeth Bared, Smile for the camera Before ..

D’you know where I am? If you do, please tell me where, So I can find me.

Hold me close enough to save me, From the howling winds and bitter cold. Place your willing body right now, Between the darkness and my soul. Yo..

No, don’t look at me. Don’t judge me. Don’t measure me. Please, just let me live.

Finding a purpose Is often as simple as Witnessing a need.

Standing in sunshine, Even for a brief moment, Paints canvas with light.

Cardinal red splash Seen through broken branches, New hope is in flight.