The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy!
There in the hearth lies cruel warmth... another piece of makes no sense.
I... don't know what this is. Probably the drivel of an insomniac. I guess crappy mood= crappy poem? :P Thank you for reading. <3
(The art is so beautiful, all of it is by Xaviera López.)
For the daily prompt ...Logging the best Leave us to die in unrest
How distracted am I?! Started off from how wood feels when it burns and ended with another metaphor. Can you guess?
Come, find yourself in shadows
Where deep magic dwells...
A tanka series
~ W O O D ~ So. I may have changed "wood" into the forest kind of "woods," but same difference, amiright?
I didn't wake up last night to tend to my fire and it got very cold. I guess this is based on a true story!
Thoughts on one of Frost's most famous works, but by no means by favourite
I wood appreciate it if you'd give this a reed.
A fire burning in my heart
Clinomania is an obsessive desire to lie down.
Riverside by Agnes Obel
how do i describe this...?
A poem about the life of a toad!! Inspired by the prompt from @mollycat13 !! :)))
(I had trouble with getting the log to be the whole focus, so I hope you don't mind what I did instead!!)
I think I write way too many poems about trees.
“Beware, o’! Thy madness be a god.”