I am the glass shattered On a clear Winter day Appearing as ice On an otherwise Unbroken surface I am the dove Holding her sound Against The weight Of the…
Tag: Poetry
Query: perceived reality
If I were to dream but then awake yet hovered between the two would it be the time awake or time asleep that was more true?
Whose rainbow is it anyway?
Can I hold The rainbow that I see Gather it In clumps Shoving down to Mix with the lint And remains of my day Within pockets? If I can’t do…
Forgive
Forgive me in advance I know not what I do at least in the moment before doing. I stumble on this path sometimes realizing after what it is what I…