The woman – All ebony hair, long and hanging down Stands – At the edge of an emotional abyss Waiting – For the terror to subside And for her heart to stop breaking. The man – All muscled and fair, surrounded by a dark aura of intensity Stands – Bracing for the worst Waiting –… Continue reading Waiting For Love
Day Five: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again - ever in that same way. I cried when you made the choice to leave. I let you go like silken strands slipping from my waiting arms blowing in a heavy breeze. I felt your presence… Continue reading Writing 201: Poetry–Through a Fog of Tears
Day Five: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again - ever in that same way. I cried when you made the choice to leave. I let you go like silken strands slipping from my waiting arms blowing in a heavy breeze. I felt your presence… Continue reading Writing 201: Poetry–Through a Fog of Tears
Word Craft Poetry 