yesterday’s tomorrow isn’t today, a poem
An old dusty book
with yellowed pages
and crusty corners
opened to the middle
where curious eyes spy . . . .
Francis @ Caught In the Stream writes
We fall away from the forest
The man, somewhat less than
environmentally leaning,
falls down, making a definite
sound in protest. . . . .
falls down, making a definite
sound in protest. . . . .
Alcoholic Poet @ Sad Poems writes
chase. devour. decide.
on the limits of deception is where the freedom lies. . . .
Wine With Words @ Quiet Commotion writes
Feeling
Emotions line the block in colorful lawn chairs
anticipation rising in incremental volume
for this psychological thriller is opening right this very moment!. . . .
anticipation rising in incremental volume
for this psychological thriller is opening right this very moment!. . . .
Ha! So interesting...what each of us is reading, apart from each other, yet also reading each other. There's a couple here with which I am unfamiliar. Off to brouse... :) Thanks for reading me by the way.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the mention Klaire. I'll take a look at the others too.
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