A letter
Write me a letter today, maybe tomorrow – Telling me how your day was – This day and yesterday and …
Tag Archives: poems and poetry
Butterflies
Bubble up, creativity, ingenuity and all that clamors for expression Bubble up, the courage to build a world for myself… …
Day
In all the fullness of day, there remains a small empty space that bides its time, seeks a name, hides …
Destiny
Source: http://www.perkinsdesigns.com/imagination/arctic-fractal-glacier/ via philperkins on The Matboard You are not part of my life – and I am not part …
Road to Paradise
Source: http://www.hochburg.net/files/hochburg/img/content/meisterwerke/rakete/nico_case_01.jpg via austinphillips on The Matboard The air seems cold and unfamiliar, the earth floats in a mist – …
Grey
A dawn that stayed on
Sky
Source: http://www.beetlesandhuxley.com/sites/default/files/stock-images/FOREST-EDGE-HOKUTO-HOKKAIDO-JAPAN-2004-1-Q8119.jpg via pierrekaysergo on The Matboard Once upon a northern night the blue sky melted…. a spartan …
Blue rose
Source: http://www.redbubble.com/people/hippoline/works/9621798-sunrise-at-the-river-naab via reginahoer on The Matboard In a hundred years, we will meet again. Here, in immortal shadows of …
Jasmine thoughts
Source: http://thematboard.com/ via xnilax on The Matboard Jasmine flowered through the night… Even as daylight pressed at the gates, jasmine …
Angel
Source: http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/oleg-oprisco-portraits via ia2 on The Matboard I belong to faraway journeys that began long ago or once upon a …
Atlantis
Source: http://alicexz.deviantart.com/art/The-Lights-203459866?q=sort:time gallery:alicexz via hannah-saur on The Matboard In a world that lives in a tree… (a faraway world …
Colors
Source: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mckn601LSw1qb5t88o1_r1_500.png via silvergrandeur on The Matboard Shocked pink, polished green of dew, Yellow of a shy new sun, Bougainville …
Voice-ferous [from the archives]
The voice folded within inflexions of syllables, feelings metalled, out of bounds… the hand is reluctant to smoothen the crumpled …
Where I am is not who I am
The homeless are invisible, part and parcel of the concrete in a city. The homeless may have nothing – no …
