Revolution of Words
Thursday’s are a good day for some self-awareness and to mix things up a little bit. I’m not a professional poet, but as I drove these words came into my mind: 80 more words
2 weeks, 6 days ago
My Poetry Metronome
I’m like a lion in the cage
when you come in wielding
your whip and wooden stool.
The kids see the fear in my eyes… 141 more words
3 months, 2 weeks ago
… Emerging so slowly in all her magnificence,
Finally, excruciatingly, she is opening, flowering!
Called ’emotional healing’, it is, oh, so much more;
Submitting, trusting, putting aside incriminating, cowering… 72 more words
8 months, 3 weeks ago
It is raining.
And in a clichéd moment,
When everyone else
Cowering from the rain,
As they turn to distractions,
Then you were standing there… 58 more words
11 months ago
The Arcane Seeker
I don’t usually become afraid. But when I do, I really do. I really do in extreme cases or in such situations that reminds me of the traumatic experiences I had in the past. 254 more words
12 months ago
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe
Cowering amidst the weeds, here.
Um, let me explain.
After a bunch of family time in Alabama, I returned to Florida yesterday (hence the absurd lateness of my post Monday) to find my wee little garden partying with a host of uninvited weeds. 148 more words
1 year, 1 month ago
Nov. 4, 2014 was easily the most fun and most productive I’ve ever felt on Election Night, and there are two clear reasons for that: 319 more words
1 year, 3 months ago