As I peer skyward do I see loved ones’ spirits or simply contrails? Copyright © 10/31/2024 by Andrea O. Corwin I am grateful you read my work! 😃 If you liked it, please give it a ♡, drop a comment, and subscribe for free. - - Andi
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
You're my baby-boo, Guilty 'coz you're on the couch Fine, I'll play with you! -
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
He has a flower vase, full of plucked blossoms, bright, harvested for praise. ~ Only He knows now, the day and hour of ripe fruit;
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Hunter's Supermoon at its utmost perigee casts sunkissed glimmers.
By Alexis Wellmaker2 years ago in Poets
pointed at the sky, his fluted crown opens up to the sea of means
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
eaten by a bear? I don’t care; autumnal park leaves paint fallen sky
myths soaked from the sky, embedded in marble stone; old stories postponed
Headed for the blue, Sky jellies not meant for me So hungry...aching. ~
snowy rooftops speak triangles of scary tales , children scat in fear
Into the mouth of Cavernous night—tongues slipping; Lightyears of yearning.
By Paris Rosemont2 years ago in Poets
bridal veil drifts out, spread around vagus nerve, stirred; ecosystem moved
sky jumping on roofs, forming white-cloud speech bubbles ; phone engaged in air
