Day Five: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again – ever in that same way.
My world is woven from a desire to create a special reality. Silken threads intertwine and twist in the moisture laden
Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme Disdain drips from your lips like a summer rain. I feel the steely bite of your casual refrain, Secure in the
As part of Writing 201, I humbly submit my rendition of a limerick: My journey to England was long ago. One I am glad I
Sea foam waves ebbing – life’s sandy slate wiped sparkling, high tide changes all. This has been my haiku submission for the Daily Post’s poetry