My entry for @queenkammie's contest for autumn! A reflective poem taking place on a cancer patient's last good. day.
Today is the first say of autumn and I came up with this piece as I was outside. I closed my eyes and listed to autumn sing. Please enjoy!
A poem about why I don't like my poems. Short and sweet
You linger on the tongue like a shot of whiskey
Leaving traces of you in my blood
To those who feel as if they are nothing. You are heard. Your pain is shared. This is for me, as it is for you.
Final image credit
---Don Hertzfelt
Next door there is a face which only loving hearts can see.
A reaction, thought-reflecting poem of a design on sheet metal.
Just when you think you’ve got this thing beat...it rears it's ugly head.
My entry for @queenkammie's contest for autumn! A reflective poem taking place on a cancer patient's last good. day.
Today is the first say of autumn and I came up with this piece as I was outside. I closed my eyes and listed to autumn sing. Please enjoy!
A poem about why I don't like my poems. Short and sweet
You linger on the tongue like a shot of whiskey
Leaving traces of you in my blood
To those who feel as if they are nothing. You are heard. Your pain is shared. This is for me, as it is for you.
Final image credit
---Don Hertzfelt
Next door there is a face which only loving hearts can see.
A reaction, thought-reflecting poem of a design on sheet metal.
Just when you think you’ve got this thing beat...it rears it's ugly head.