Feet in a cool stream
A fish nibbles at my toes
Happy summer day
Feet in a cool stream
A fish nibbles at my toes
Happy summer day
big fly in my house.
spray would be cruel, so I
zap you dead instead.
the brilliance of
golden leaves, dark thunderous
skies, my eyes squinting
over the brick wall
a frangipani scented breeze
drifts. I remember.
Pour out your skies
of rain
damp tears, fetid fears
feeding the machine again
and then
there is this thing of
connectivity – do we need
more
or less
connection?
The confidence
to connect
or disconnect,
or reconnect, when connection
is required,
or is connection
the last thing in the world
we want.
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