What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
Through stained glass windows are partridges//Singing in the boughs//Reciting favorite passages//That pleasantly could rouse//The dear elven-child//From his lovely dream//And with a lovely, toothless smile//His candor would brightly beam
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
I wanted to share a huge thank you to KaylaAnn for hosting the End of Summer Poetry Contest! It was an honor to be considered next to such incredible writers, I was truly blessed by the opportunity to participate.
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me
My dear, you've still got the brightest eyes I've ever seen I only hope someday you'll use them against me But for now, I can't believe I'm falling so hard It might sound cliche, but I've been falling from the start I shirk back in fear and ask, "what if I'm not enough?" But... Continue Reading →
We are told in the tales of the sea The merchant, the pirate, and the shipwreck, we Who dare to take the world by storm Through placid waters, or weather worn Through sails torn Through strife, forlorn Through wanton scorn We are told in tales of the sea Whether by raiment, by gull, or by... Continue Reading →