7/? Poetry 2015

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


6/? Poetry 2015

Rain like ghost footsteps.
Rivulets down cheeks and window panes.
Flowers bloom after.

Poetry 201: water, haiku, simile