What does inspire you? Is it the thought of someone who suffers from illness, from grief of misfortune, a lost love, a spell?

By: Imrogue Bring her flowers, bring her pies.… Some dandelions, but not blowflies… Pick up a stick, she won’t even mi… She’ll appreciate whatever you may…

The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—

Along the dark alleys, Through their constant lies. Among bigots and hypocrites. Knives on his back as they spit On the ground he bellowed from the…

I packed to Oz late afternoon... in rainbow-colored hot air balloon I said goodbye to nobody... wearing something oh so gaudy! I landed on the Munchkin land...

With eyes closed, I implore the w… to send you kisses from my lips to… Hoping they're not swept away in t… I’ll swim the seven seas and find… Where you set foot to remain this…

Saturday visit to the marina was a lovely reminder of yesterday… We were greeted with handsome craf… Each tide’s rise and fall lulled t… crafts like babes in cradles

I feel for those tormented souls, in the pit of unescapable ghouls. With serrated tongues that bind tightly, human souls resigned... In their deep melancholy and desol…

I let you go, flying high, With other birds in the sky. Waving my hand goodbye while I stand here and cry. Today is a sad day

In the hallway, she sat in her cha… as if waiting for someone to ackno… The blank stare and weary look in… manifested long lived years. Her thin lips almost drawn to a sl…

Suddenly, once grayish white cloud… turned deeper grey and floated in… Lightnings flashed behind clouds a… accompanied with roaring thunder warning everything below

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,

by: Imrogue Pitter-patter of raindrops... right above the rooftop At the bottom of the rain spout... the barrel awaits for every drop.

Find me reasons to be true to my heart You broke it once, twice... keeping my eyes forever blind.

Sickle tools done their jobs Farmers gathered their crops Between fields and laithe Foraging continued though late. Day in, day out... they sowed...