If I’m lonely
it’s with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it’s neither… 32 more words
Tags » Prose & Poetry
My heart is
swinging back and forth
between all the poignant memories
and the breaths of ethereal emotions of
a soul ablaze.
Fingers of a poet have
wings of freedom.
And every word of wisdom
from those fingers
unbosom their interminable &