Sercie
My worn fingers are near frozen on this dark and frigid night In the ribbons that you gave me I have wrapped these cold hands tight Retaining some small measure […]
My worn fingers are near frozen on this dark and frigid night In the ribbons that you gave me I have wrapped these cold hands tight Retaining some small measure […]
This poem was written to Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings op.11 For the audio accompaniment as you read this poem, click here. There’s not that I can softly say That […]
Drip… drip… drip… Feel the ebb… and… flow… Drip… drip… drip… From the pen… so… slow… Drip… drip… drop… From the table, from the top See the little river sliding […]
Dear readers of destiny, I am pleased to announce a new method of poeticizing! It shall be a competition, of sorts! You can be featured on Rhyme Written In Red […]