new poem |
On mornings
with hazy sun
and slowly parting clouds
with dew dripping
lazily from bright
blades of green
and eyes opening
like doors with broken hinges,
it's easy
to get lost in
dreams of
right aro...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 20:10:00 GMT |
beginning- a new poem |
The ghost of love
lingers
like the smell of burning wood
and I
watch the smoke
float like clouds
through a sky
of blue notes
that I can sing
until morning
if I close my eyes
and try.
His hands
are li...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Aug 2006 20:47:00 GMT |
I'm back |
It's Friday. That means I made it through a whole week back at work. I don't know how that happened. I think I was unconscious through at least one or two of those days. I'm ecstatic to be back in Oma...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Aug 2006 15:50:00 GMT |
