I still don’t know where to start.
Month: March 2022
The Purest Gold
The clouds always part
See the Sea
When will I see the sea
for what it is
and what it will always be?
This is How Love Is
For in the end,
Love Runs to Us,
Grasps Us,
And Refuses to Ever let Us go.
Sonnet XLIII – Unsparing
Whatever form that functions is the thing
That proffers wisdom, be it balm or sting.
transition
wisps of potential
precipitation
occlude
the sun’s rays,
goosebumping
my flesh
which was recently warm.
What a Trip – #SoCS
Little things piled up. Thing which, under normal circumstances, would have rolled off my back, but they ALL. HAPPENED. AT. ONCE.
defying atrophy 