I guess she moved on barefoot. Good poem.
Tonight, through my window, a glimpse of your silvery light dawned upon the grassy fill of this earth. Your quaintness
Today is a new day, but seems like a parody of yesterday’s event. Wait for a moment... for a wake-up call...
Sing me a song of love and fate. Devoid of exhaustion from contenti… The wall had appeared... keeping permanence...I fear Save me from anguish I feel.
I’m OLD By Imrogue I can’t see far When I drive my car— I can’t see near—
I remembered the rise and fall of… that gloomy afternoon... I took a closer look at you in the hospital bed where you lay.… Your beautiful face was swollen
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.
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,
Today, we build the stage out of cinder blocks. We’ll use a stick for her scepter and a sheet for her cape. Intertwined honey suckle vines
Scoped—surveyed Perimeter was eyed for the next attack. On target’s back, motionless and light.
Carousel I see, parading in front of me. Elephant, giraffe, chimpanzee and I think... a giant bumble bee! Yonder, I see
It was December morn, aboard the ferry to where I was bo… It’s been ten years and I dreaded… to my sweet, ancestral home. Saltiness in the air,
The man in his cowboy boots came i… “Is that your favorite among these… Startled at first, but, when I gl… Suddenly, I felt some fluttering… Dark skin with golden glow, pearly…
Rise Up (Alphabet challenge chime in) by Imrogue Albeit belittled constantly, defiant endeavors
Checkered pieces of land can be seen from above... million puzzles: pieces in green, red and brown flats, stitched together
You are the sweetest melody that awaken my senses— perfect for symphony, that elated my ecstasy. You are the sweetest touch
Robert L. Martin
8yI guess she moved on barefoot. Good poem.