I borrowed the words
On this page
From many pages before my own
All these words
Have been written before
But I still honor the space
That will be
My own
Borrowed Nouns
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Monthly Archives: March 2021
Billow
The billow
Lifted my eyes
To the skies
Of teal and crimson
Over the mountains
It was misting
All I could help myself
Was washing
That this could be
Forever
Here and now
The Evening Stroll
The shadows
Cast languid
On the dark pavement
Warm orange lights
Gleam hazy
On the speckled sky
Time for the evening walk
Tonight
To Whom it May Concern
At the time of this writitn
There are clouds
Up in the mountaisn
Rain in the air
To whole this may concern
To whom they may care
So I approach
A late spring morning
With a renewed sense of direction
Upon the mountians
My eyes lay
In connection
A Sour Existence
A sour existence
In my inheritance
From the ones who go
Before
So we know
That the world we know
Can be a place
Of hope
Only if we choose
So
A Cup of Songwriting 