Free Verse
My Husband Is A Poet
As I sat down to write tonight, I was telling my husband that I needed to write and didn't much feel like it. I was surprised as I have 9 days left of this month. If I am already running out of steam, what will happen to my writing for the next week?
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Shadows and Ash
Ashfallen, skies painted gray with charcoal flakes, the smell of coal washed over me. I could smell the furnace as blood smeared itself on gray rinsed grass, and as I marched on, more appeared. Could I have danced with a shadow? How would the light of my life have felt at my betrayal?
By OneWithPen2 years ago in Poets







