Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
A dot
A spot
The beginning of rot
Too tiny yet to see
A dart
At the heart
Is only the start
Of the end of you and me
A dash
And a flash
Then a fatal car crash
And we two cease to be
April 7th
Prompt: Write a Small Poem
(Had a little extra time today, so it’s a three-fer Friday.)
The Poetry of Emotion
An Independent Non-Discriminatory Platform With No Religious, Political, Financial, or Social Affiliations
absolute drivel.
Because she can
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher
Some thoughts from author and agent Marie Lamba
The home of poetry
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Tori Dreamer 