Red, orange, and gold Fall From the sky Carried by the breeze They dance On by Singing Their bold colors As they touch The sun’s light Then kissing the Earth As they whisper Good night
To truly write, you must agree to write all the things that you would never dare to write. I must admit that even here I hide. I have spent my adult life dancing between wanting to share my heart with the world and desperately needing to hide the most vulnerable, soft, hidden parts of my
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells. ~ Dean Koontz I have been a lover of words ever since I can remember. In truth, I cannot recall a time when words
What is a poem anyway? Is it the blood from your veins as it spills on to your page? Is it the dance of your heart as your pen glides gracefully away? Is it the ache felt deep inside that we spend all our lives trying to describe?