Originally posted on Syl65's Blog:
What is eternity? Is it sixty seconds worth of heartbeats? Is it my heart on a ferris wheel without you? Eternity is whatever time I have with you Blue notes or the ones we…
Poetry
Year 2: Day 162 – Potatoes
A walking stereotype, Charlotte Cuevas is exactly what you’d expect from a children’s librarian and freelance writer – most days you’ll find her bustling about here and there, balancing coffee and a stack of books, fingers stained with ink and… Read More ›
Year 2 : Day 59 – I Met The Future
A walking stereotype, Charlotte Cuevas is exactly what you’d expect from a children’s librarian and freelance writer – most days you’ll find her bustling about here and there, balancing coffee and a stack of books, fingers stained with ink and… Read More ›
I am… Love.
Originally posted on New Beginnings:
I am the longing in the distance between us. I am the hands, which wipe away your tears. I am the trust in our friendship. I am the butterflies in your stomach on a first…
The Beast Sleeps Now
Originally posted on Syl65's Blog:
I challenged the masters Stood up to their disasters Both spiritual and natural The battles became mythical not factual No details found The evidence not sound Spread generation to generation Truth or fabrication? Only…
Poetic Favourites #5 – Concrete Poetry
As a teacher, one of the simplest ways of introducing poetry to elementary students is the concrete or shape poem. I’ve taught this style from grade 2 to grade 9. Kids like them because they’re fun. But as an adult,… Read More ›
River Smoke
What’s particularly appealing about this selection is m.a.’s approach to the subject and how it borders on prose/poetry. There’s more than one thing happening here 😉 Enjoy! Born in South Carolina, raised in Atlanta, m.a. wood relocated to Annandale-on-Hudson… Read More ›
Year 2: Day 118 – The Walls That Keep Us All Out
A walking stereotype, Charlotte Cuevas is exactly what you’d expect from a children’s librarian and freelance writer – most days you’ll find her bustling about here and there, balancing coffee and a stack of books, fingers stained with ink and… Read More ›
She Is The Light of Grace
Originally posted on Syl65's Blog:
I once buried my words in a tomb I thought would be darkened for eternity Never to be written or spoken again God’s grace knows not defeat Touching the soul of this wounded being…
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