I am a mountain
You - the moon, unreachable
Still, I long to touch
poetry in progress
How does it work?
Fabulous!!! Left a heart!!!
More stories from Poppy and writers in Poets and other communities.
Last night I lived in a Memory of a daydream You handed me spontaneity And because it was Your hands holding it I cradled it against
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
one: fill your sleeping sheets with garden dirt; scatter pebbles to remind yourself that rootedness doesn't mean comfort.
By Dane BH5 days ago in Poets
A little glass of wine, sweet words and flowers A caress on the hand that makes your heart beat A light dress that makes your senses tingle
By Tony Herlinabout 11 hours ago in Poets
He never arrived the ordinary way. No horse at the gate. No spurs clinking. No gravel crunching beneath hooves. If anyone had been watching from a distance, they would have sworn nothing approached at all.
By Leeza-Bridget Coopera day ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Fabulous!!! Left a heart!!!