Poetry Corner: The Hum
The hum begins as a melancholy ring, Penetrating my ears disguised as a harmony. Much too early for the birds to sing. Up in a daze, but only temporarily. Feel the bite of the cold morning air, It’s only 45 to be fair. The hum transforms to the gears...
Poetry Corner: Seams
Thread and needle, sew it just right. Oh my girl, you will be finished tonight. A stitch here and there, leave room for the heart. Off into the world, you are ready for your start. Here are your bags, ready to be filled. You have so much to see,...
Poetry Corner
The books were her safe place; A world to rival the ones in her dreams. But life moved on and with haste; The novels began to tear at the seams. Fiction was replaced with a 9 to 5; Anxiety came along for the ride. The heroes vanished and the...