my verse
-
Of Words
What are words, but an excuse for awakenings of sleeping minds,to hatch,to fly,To Be.
-
Of Coloured Pencils
Pencil Poetry
-
Of My Epiphany
A poemread out loud
-
Of Heart Speak ii
earwax in my heart
-
Of Heart Speak
This heart speakswhispering quietlymurmuringLubdub lubdub lubdubI wish I knew the meaning ofit’s repeated mantra…
-
Of Vivid Dreams
I dream vividly,of,of, of,of, of, of,of things I cant remember,whose very meaning is lost upon wakening
-
Of Smiling Suns
To illuminate your life is to, concentrate, upon the tiny little things, linking moments like rings,…
-
Of Life In Waiting
A poem about waiting
-
Of Type and Delete
type and delete……do not save to draftsgo directly to trashOde to the words I have written,…
-
Of Rock, Paper, Scissors
remind me again which is mightier, the pen and the sword
-
Of Rochambeau
Casting
-
Of Silence
The image is of a sculpture titled Love by Alexander Milov from Odessa, Ukraine exhibited at…
Becoming The Muse 