The rain’s cold grains are silver-gray Sharp as golden sands, A bell is clanging, people sway Hanging by their hands. Supple hands, or gnarled and stiff, Snatch… Read more “A Crowded Trolley-Car”
Category: poetry
Time
Tick tock…tick tock… life is counting down on your internal clock. Memories which were as if they occurred yesterday, turn to flashes of moments that seem to… Read more “Time”
Tears Of A Broken Heart
They are Women Not Toys to play With… I have given all my love to you, but what do I get in return? A broken heart. I… Read more “Tears Of A Broken Heart”
Wildflowers
Come and join the wildflowers in the place where it’s okay to be yourself- Anabel
Dominoes
Through wigs and make up, I pick up slack, Where you fall, I have your back, You lose your rhythm, And fall off track, I am perfections,… Read more “Dominoes”