Memories-How come the bad always outweigh the goodI can’t even look at the people in front of me, telling me I couldI only remember the times when they told me I couldn’tThese words flowing through…
Free Thoughts Always pushing people away Feeling like I’m not okay But try to smile anyway Crack jokes online Smoke my brains away when the camera off Love life continues to suck I make great…
Free Thoughts Always pushing people away Feeling like I’m not okay But try to smile anyway Crack jokes online Smoke my brains away when the camera off Love life continues to suck I make great…
Free Thoughts Always pushing people away Feeling like I’m not okay But try to smile anyway Crack jokes online Smoke my brains away when the camera off Love life continues to suck I make great…
Free Thoughts Always pushing people away Feeling like I’m not okay But try to smile anyway Crack jokes online Smoke my brains away when the camera off Love life continues to suck I make great…
Free Thoughts Always pushing people away Feeling like I’m not okay But try to smile anyway Crack jokes online Smoke my brains away when the camera off Love life continues to suck I make great…
Where burgundy blossoms leave a sillage in silvery mist, where halcyon pens a memoir in ripples of sparkling lake where dreams are wrapped in tangerine shades of flaming sunsets, that place awaits me on the…
Looking Back to See Forward
Looking Back to See Forward
Looking Back to See Forward
During summer vacation, if it wasn’t raining, my mother took my brother and me to the Michigan City Dunes. Early in the morning the parking lot was already so hot my brother and I had…
Sunflowers Work and my season now done, I seek for the power of deep wine with bread. A light touch of breeze and sun bless my head, hatless, this hour by the sunflower garden. The…
Georgics are poetry and books dealing with agricultural and rural themes, generally glorifying outdoor work and rustic country living. Check this out to read all you need to know about this poetic form.
This is a Glose/Gloss/Glosa (a Spanish poetic form) that begins with an Epigraph from the poem ‘Song of Myself’ by Walt Whitman. You can call it an ode to the original poem.
