Tag: poem

Seriously, Sisters

Pardon my flab. I’m out of shape. But I miss the daily discipline of writing poetry. If nothing else, let there be poetry.

Secrets

The reflective nature of secrets

Time to Play

Hello, sweet words. It’s time to play.

A Worthy Sacrifice

The catch 22 of creativity . . .

Wispy Reminder

The gift found in a perfect afternoon

Worth It

It boils down to this

Delayed Response

enjoying the simple pleasures of life

High Price of Hypocrisy

There’s a high price for pushing to be right instead of unified

The Rain Will Come

It’s a hard time to be creative. Isn’t it?

Of kindling and ember

scent, the sense with time travel powers