throwing back the drapes
startled by dawn’s crimson blaze
a moment and gone
throwing back the drapes
startled by dawn’s crimson blaze
a moment and gone
time to sit and watch
sunlit water on steel falls
a bronze fish leaping
the paper shredder
whispering a requiem
the visions we shared
hail stones clattering
tight faces behind drawn hoods
lean into the storm
a truck rumbling by
the mind snags, unfinished tasks
colliding with dreams
I dream so I write ..
New Ideas, New Forms
Musings from an insignificant writer
14 hectares of thrills, spills and fun!
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Ellen Grace Olinger