A set of plates on the table remained untouched. The food’s gone cold. The candle wicks kept burning... flickering lights barely
Someone loomed from nowhere— A better glimpse failed her— Her breath was heavy between anticipation and trepidation—
The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—
I wonder....What tree is it? Is it the tree where whirlybirds n… or the tree where to hitch helicop… I see... now, you tell me... It is the Maple tree!
Words radiated with intensity, With great ardor for poetry... Faced with sorrow and agony, He poured his soul incessantly. He spoke about his troubled heart;
By: Imrogue Distinct parties, Yes... I am red, you are so blue... Move on forward through! or:
Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,
Tip tap tip tap echoed in my sanct… Each day comes extra ordinarily When I swim across the ocean of p… Filled with new lights for words a… Many were in deep melancholy
I swim in my tears day after day while distant shore awaits quicksand to another realm. I balance on the rope across life’s ragged-edged cliff.
The vomit turned bile the beddings stained soiled repeatedly Sweated profusely followed with chills and pain.
Borrowed Time By: Imrogue In time, memories fade... but, I… Some memories may pain me and some… We are graced with borrowed time a…
When I am mad, I hate everyone! 'Can’t help it, what a big annoyan… Holding anger, no fun for one. I’d rather hold it or might hurt s… Since, I can’t wish ill-will to s…
In its absence we fall apart while retrieval— favorable! Participate—
Click, clack, click, clack Lonely click-clacks of this old cl… Above the column of this room, Recessed to the wall as if entombe… I held the key to wind the clock
The crimsoned branches of the plum… stretching out vertically, The pears’ luscious greens flutter… as the breeze tickles the branchin… The grape vine’s sprouting leaves
