Dust the fog from window sill,
stare out at grey and meet the still
and quiet morning, no sun can offer
light and waking need no stopper,
Month: December 2021
Creative Connections Poem #4
Connecting two randomly selected words every day to create a stream-of-consciousness poem. Today’s words: Secretive + Inhumane
Sometimes I Feel Bad About
Sometimes I Feel Bad About: a poem about little mistakes.
Creative Connections Poem #3
Connecting two randomly selected words every day to create a stream-of-consciousness poem. Today’s words: Ginger + Seaway