Wildflower; pick up your pretty head It will get easier; your dreams are not dead. —Nikki Rowe The morning sun on the yellow gladiolas The morning sun on the yellow gladiolas Lights the first two petals Making them seem to glow from inside I love the gladiolas And the long … Read More
This poem pulled me to it immediately. First as I read, it spoke to my heart. I wanted to copy it and keep it with me to read again and again … or simply have. Since then, I have found that the ways it resonates with me are diverse and … Read More
“I want to make a speech, said Vincent. “Don’t flinch. I make lovely speeches, as you know. Here’s my speech. I am entirely happy. I am a prince. I have just gotten married and I am in love. Life is a banquet. Do you have anything to say to that?” … Read More
I’m back at my mother’s black pot on my table A vase ? An urn? (Must an urn have a lid?) This worn black vessel has no lid It looks sturdy And, to me, sweet at the same time With painted stems and leaves and small round flowers Worn It … Read More