washing up
May 5, 2011
at times my mind feels akin to driftwood
and good words like the tide
washing up the sand to touch me
alas, again, not today.
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
at times my mind feels akin to driftwood
and good words like the tide
washing up the sand to touch me
alas, again, not today.
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile