Winter: A Poem We followed each other closely,Ignoring the death that was only a shooting star away.Now, we daydream in silence -Taunting each other as if reality obeys. Our mindsErratic like hurricane season,Rationalizing is far too simple.
My Favorite Poetic Forms Sonnets were William Shakespeare's forte and Edward Lear wrote limericks. Every poet examines the physical world differently and writes of those accounts, along with the imagination, contrastingly. A sonnet's complex parameters and silly, vulgar scenarios in limericks are not aligned with my poetic voice and style. I find adventure in free … Continue reading My Favorite Poetic Forms
Grounded in the back Of my throat, then Over my tongue and to my lips Destined to be released Beyond the universe realms, out Yonder. Easier it never becomes to Say.
Pretty like Paris Echoing as far as I can see, but the Ants only see Rotten Stars.