Bespeckled, she with
cedars and spruces and firs
snowcapped and shadow
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Lark Hanshan
A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
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Sunrise
Comfort once was walking behind as his shadow, one his grandparents would remark upon when absent It was sitting in the passenger seat of a blue Ford Focus in silence on a Sunday night as rain streaked across the windows, the pit in my stomach of course attributable to love for he would only be irritated he had to drive me home because he cared that I worked towards my license
By Lark Hanshan3 years ago in Poets
The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
By Fatal Serendipitya day ago in Confessions
Comments (5)
Beautiful descriptive word choices. Loved it!
Great work
Lovely descriptions. I loved the personification of the mountain.
Impressive!!!
Stunning imagery.