I honestly cannot think of a better piece to re-blog for the end of National Poetry Month 2015 than this one by Kirsty Grant. Brilliant… and filled with love. AdvertisementsRead more "My World in a Ring"
I could push it away, kick and scream myself out of another death trap. Right now though, I recognize there is a lesson to still be learned from this current condition; class won’t be ditched before I aced this course. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– i’m still learning –"
Originally posted on RED GLADIOLA:
Overhead, you count the stars upon your fingertips wearing each as a diamond as we lie among rose hips. Though summer scents waft strongly your smile is but a linger of that wistful, half-hoped feeling roped onto your empty finger. I may not be your lover. I may not be…
Air thick with unrest, heat blossoming like a blaze, the road to ashes. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 105 –"
Originally posted on PATURNERLEE.COM:
Inner Sculpture Squashed net, my party crushed cocktail A balanced conundrum; a bleak hallowed response To light and grey, a white expanse Practically levelled in pure titanic overtures A symphony of cylinders moving, with carved out decisions A balmy rendition; a tunnelled condition The pantry is plucked in situation An…
Six in the morning: I add a treat to my sparse breakfast. 8:00 AM: I return for another harmless two-pack. One minute before 10: I double my pleasure, double my fun. Half past noon: I augment an already ambitious afternoon meal. 2:30 break: I count the change in my wallet. praying to reach $1.25. Six in the evening: I […]Read more "– chocolate chip pop tarts –"
Originally posted on Fridayam's Blog:
What strange geometries we live within– Euclidian? Non-Euclidian? How many millions of calculations your brain makes, navigating the jostle of crowded streets, plotting the trajectories of lost tourists dragging large luggage, the bullish determination of commuters, the meanderings of morose souls with ears stuck to telephones, squeezing through squabs…