A Writing Wall
Today, strolling through my tiny library, I stumbled into this poem by Alfred Noyes:
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, 1,023 more words
2 weeks ago
Quest for Whirled Peas
She walked unconcerned down the
long and twisty gravel road
despite the fact that it was
well after sundown. She sang a
song as cheerful as the blue ribbon… 34 more words
2 weeks, 4 days ago
Jeneane's Commonplace Book
The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor, 1,016 more words
1 month ago
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, 1,043 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Poetry in Surrey Libraries
by Alfred Noyes
“Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day, 38 more words
March 31 / 16
The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, “intellectual.” … 169 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
Every so often our writing group gathers. We eat and laugh, cry and share our lives that were once more closely connected but now seem to only pass occasionally. 924 more words