1 In poetry

begin forwarded message »

begin forwarded message »
i shout orange kisses into your sky
hoping for some response
brown leaf whirpools
the only audible answer.
grey clouds hang
quietly on the line;
dead roses make fine
garlands for this
feeling of unbelonging.
  • Lisa
    03/04/2009 at 14:18

    Wow. This is poignantly powerful.

    I *so* recognize the feelings here.

    Nice writing, dear one :-)