Monday, March 7, 2016

Poetry: whispers

Whispers,

   like a pencil tip tracing across paper.

A flow

                             a movement

                                                                       that clutches and pulls.

Stories

     unfolding and folding so..

Friday, March 4, 2016

POETRY: 11.11.21 - labyrinthine abeyance

a sweet moment,
soft and cotton,
warm on zephyr wings..
labyrinthine abeyance.
Secret reality.