Category: poetry

  One by one, I pick them up, put them in a shallow cup some sharp, some round, or in between on the ground they twinkle, gleam Should cold, bare feet happen by and find them down below they lie, what would they think of what they found to see…

  Whatever my future holds for me, whatever has yet to come whatever is placed in my path ahead I am ready and willing…welcome Welcome to the present, welcome to the now welcome to the moments when I hear no whisper nor sound Whatever passes in front of me, whatever…