Words. I stand transfixed by them. Dancing over pages, crisp and white and still with the silence of death, steeped in the revolving joy of life.
Author: kaleidoscopeonline
Doing My Part: Stephen Sigurdson
On a deserted road, nowhere to go, feeling alone to my core, my will exhausted, body sore, without the
Slaves to the Past: Robert St. Germain
When we are slaves to the past, the fun never lasts. Each and every day we are lost in yesterday. It's hard to move on when you stand in concrete. You cannot escape with chains on your feet.
The Sea: Richard Edwards
The sky is dark, the sky is stark, it is carrying thunder and lightning, it is frightening, The lightning flashed, thunder boomed, it spoke to us of our doom, the forks of lightning fell.
The Frozen Woman: Mary-Jane Harper
The ice is dripping, I am frozen, my heart broken. The sun it shines, it does not melt my, heart.
Castle: Lisa Martin
No turning back Not all clocks Can be reset Around the ground Grass does grow So high, so hidden
Untitled: Joyce Lancaster
Winter's thaw global warmming extreme cold or hot temperatures I hear that the environment is suffering.
This Season: James Adamson
The framework of time We see the future with imagination A desert blooms Seconds tick by A nap is snapped by a need to look into a drawer It's noon or eight
How To Ruin Someone’s Day: Gerald Herron
A friend of mine gave me a book, How to Nourish the Inner Martyr in Me. Which I opened with cat-like curiosity;
Reason: Cassandra Kulay
Reason fumbles with buttons keeping the detached attached to repetition. Your greatest merit was to have stayed with the picture.
