Poetry, Short Prose and Walking
I’d rather be up here somewhere
Than in that river rushing on,
Dissolving tears without a care
And draining hope till it has gone.
With hope removed, sent off to sea, 29 more words
4 days, 17 hours ago
This ride’s worth a half hour wait.
Even longer, so don’t hesitate.
Thirty seconds of hell
Then a heavenly spell
Back in line, “Yes! The park’s open late!” 17 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
for dVerse poets:
seasonal posts from northern climes
turn on their heads down here
in the antipodes
where autumn rules
instead of spring
your days are stretching… 20 more words
1 week, 5 days ago
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip
walls of light
of dawn scratch
floor of wood
autumn leaves, mosses… 89 more words
2 weeks, 4 days ago
The house I’m building in my head
Is either very small
Or big so it excludes no one,
An ark that holds us all.
But since I don’t know everything… 42 more words
We’ve thrown so many things away
And lost so many, too,
But this one’s hanging on the wall
Reminding us when she was small
And what she used to do. 42 more words
3 weeks, 4 days ago
This was a field not long ago.
Patterned houses face a street
With quarter-acre lawns or so
And landscaped trees make it complete.
The mailman stops at every home. 37 more words
1 month ago