thoughtsgather

A space for my words to meander.

spring

little company

all that was ever needed

now she waits for spring

placing feet

surreptitiously placing feet
one ahead of the other
but the rain falls on this day
the lake that was yesterday frozen
steady and safe
where she placed one foot in front of the other
now, placing feet carries a different weight
a little warming was all it took
and some rain
the lake, frozen, solid, only yesterday
now has spaces that are no longer safe

River 

the river flows

amongst the  scattered rocks and stones

edges jutting above the flowsoftening

beneath the flurry

of water flow

A space for my words to meander.

MY TROUBLED MIND

confessions are self-serving

LifeAsSheSeesit

Life somehow is chasing rainbows with a stranger; with that, you'll never be lonely.

The Living Marianas Trench

With a Challenger-deep Sentiments

Mindoftannguyen

Words are beautiful beyond meanings

Sarah Doughty

Novelist, Poet, Wordsmith

Peace in Darkness

weird alien 👽

unbolt me

the literary asylum

Words on Empty Ears

Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.

Cafe Book Bean

Talk Books. Drink Coffee.

DoubleU = W

WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME

bujonswords

Poetry from an English Hart

jrad47.wordpress.com/

.......is writing

Everything I Never Told You

Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.

johncoyote

Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.

Poems and Petals

Because poetry. And petals.