I wrote 5 poems today, which isn’t a bad number, but the poems themselves might be. 🙂 It might be fun to participate in some sort of poetry workshop — as long as no one would mercilessly rip my creations to shreds.
This poem form is called a Marianne for some reason. It was inspired in part by today’s Gospel passage.
Holding your hand —
I miss how strong it felt.
But that is not my promised land,
That house is built
2 thoughts on “A Place to Live”
rock and stone
could not leave it alone