An Ode to Paper

An Ode to Paper

#napowrimo2022 #soulcraft #day15 *** Dear Paper, I pen, scribble, Dabble my thoughts, Sometimes like a gentle river, Streamlined and calm, But oft, I taint you, Flood you, Like a cataclysmic deluge, As if possessed, I go on and on… But muted you are, Lending a patient...
I Oft Dream…

I Oft Dream…

#napowrimo2022 #soulcraft #day13 *** I oft dream of another universe Where all my woven dreams hang tethered From the ebony sky like bejewelled stars That I reach out to pluck, And watch them fly like glowing fireflies. I oft dream of another universe Where I climb a...