Stop.
Reach out and feel the rain
On your fingertips.
Feel the shiver travel down
Your spin.
You need not put words
To the sensation
It just is.
Flowers whose petals are moist
Bathe in the Sun and dry.
As the Earth cycles,
So do you.
YOU ARE READING
Dumping Grounds
PuisiSometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
