Through my calloused hands
I feel the dirt run through
The indents of the scars
I feel such a closeness
To the simple earth.
I feel loss for those
Who are afraid to dig;
They feel afraid,
They are afraid to be
The humans they are.
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I was told that I was not really a poet. I just write in prose half the time. I wasn't inventive "[You're] no Robert Frost...
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You know you unfollowed me And I haven't felt the same since. Do you still care? You said I was your best friend But I don't kno... -
When the sun falls Beyond the cool horizon And the wind calms for just a second- Before the moment fails, When it just takes time To se...