Craig Writes Things
All I inherited from my father
was a Grateful Dead record,
quiet mouth and noisy head.
He taught me plenty about
American Beauty but
I stayed on the train ‘til Toronto. 134 more words
2 weeks, 2 days ago
In the moments before the day begins, I am alone.
Almost full moon still visible through
the narrow slit of a window in the back of the house. 307 more words
2 months ago
This Terrible Morning.
She saw the sun cresting her curtains
Believing in a new day of wonder & uncertains
Hopeful in all ways, feeling warmth from the sun’s rays… 133 more words
3 months, 2 weeks ago
Oke- Iroegbu's Poetry Blog from West Africa
Lavenders, gardens, the fair butterfly
Gold, sun rising across the blue sky
Quietness, serene green forest, birds calling
Yawn, a kick and high hopes waking… 78 more words
4 months ago
Atelier-Wilfried Senoner woodcarving
A poem by Mary Baker Eddy
4 months, 3 weeks ago
Musings In My Mind
One busy chirpy morning
Birds came up with glorious warning
Rain is on the way to make us happy and gay
Oh! the birds are moving upside down… 75 more words
6 months, 1 week ago
It’s a drowzy kind of morning.
The cobwebs tug my eyes.
Clouds of misty heavenness in a world that’s not baptised.
The slumber leaves me gently. 45 more words