A SMALL COLLECTION OF POEMS
*Good Winter
snow trickles on the spines of hills
many gaze
from insulated panes
at winter's dull grey sky
And filled with winter's discontent,
return to their heart(h)s.
Yet what lies in that great beyond
that cold, great beyond
is what I have longed for
for so long.
*For TC (Unfinished!)
The man with paper fingers
Patient
Holding the door open
Inviting us all in
To sit, relax,
Open up our minds
Break down our walls
And build on our brains.
A SMALLER COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS
*I give people their own little nicknames in my phone (don't fret, as they are all positive).
*Apparently touching my back- anywhere- totally adrenalizes me.
*I really have the desire to read "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac.
*I have no clue what I want at this point. People really should stop asking me. My answers change daily.
*I've worn this necklace since the day he gave it to me.
*If anyone love Bon Iver as much as I do, please, marry me (or at least talk to me).
3 comments:
Bon Iver is the bomb! I've just started reading "on the road" :)
These poems are lovely! I especially liked the play on hearth and heart :)
My eyes filled with glitter love dust as I read your post the sun splits into a sizzling array of multicolored diamonds as waterfalls across the world twirled and tranced into a turquoise splash of joy, excellent post love to you and your blog X Mercury Moonshine Dutchess
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