The silken shawl of snow
Shimmers and burrows
Seeping into the curves
As light caresses you
Threads weep slowly
Then cascades into
Streams of glistening white
What inspires one to write? For me it is an irresistible urge to assemble words together that results in the creation of imagery that I experience when I look at the world around me. I can not remember a time that I was not writing, especially poetry. To write a poem is to use the fewest words to create a glimpse into a new world or perspective. By Allison Brown
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Supple snow
Thursday, September 06, 2012
Talking about...
Talking across
A point
Circular and spiralling
Missing what is hidden
In the words
Reaching an agreement
Via misunderstanding
Nothing heard
A lot said
Monday, September 03, 2012
Upon a road
The soft touch of the breeze
Swirls under the blue
A mesh of white drifts
Upon the edges
As day fades
Flecks of light appear
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