Poetry

A collection of 2 posts

Jul 14, 2021

A Pen

A Pen

A pen streams out its contents, so permanent and true. But would it be so quick to tell if once it only knew? The ribbon trails behind the boat, the wake begins to

Feb 14, 2021

Heat Storm

Heat Storm

For a while I thought you’d bring out the thunder of the beauty I didn’t know I had.   You said you yourself freed me, that your silence is on my behalf