There once was a woman who never left her bed, Instead she travelled around inside of her head. She made quite a sight, Some asked if she’d bite. No, she’s only a dreamer, they said. Poetry 201: journey, limerick
Rain like ghost footsteps. Rivulets down cheeks and window panes. Flowers bloom after. Poetry 201: water, haiku, simile
Beware the silent dark beckoning like an old friend. The company of others is important, comprehend?
Silver spoons. Tiny teacups. Riddles without answer. Mind where you step, madness causes quite a clatter.
Not all answers can be etched into stone, Leave alone my mysteries of blood and bone.
Step by small step, tiny prints in the sand, The waves they creep, clearing them off the land. Your purpose is lost in the early dawn mist. You already know the pain of the lost unknown.
Smells stir memories bitter sweet. Graphite, paper, dried paint. History.