In desert,
emotions hang dry,
owner-less,
seeking shel-
ter,blasting fragile, red blooms,
coasting in green winds.
.
In desert,
emotions hang dry,
owner-less,
seeking shel-
ter,blasting fragile, red blooms,
coasting in green winds.
.
Depression, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by clinock on March 9, 2017 - 1:33 am
This poem is possibly my favorite of yours I have read and i have read many.
#2 by Carl on March 10, 2017 - 6:18 am
You are an astute observer, a gentle and kind reader, and you have generously spent much time on many posts, so this observation is important to me. I want to learn what works with a voice and what is no good. I don’t have an editor because my editor says everything sucks.
#3 by clinock on March 11, 2017 - 12:15 am
your words are your voice. how you use them will change but they are always your voice. honour your voice and the reader will honour your voice and find their own way into your words.