Drippings of toad's tail
Wrapped in yarn.
Bring forth your offerings
Of none.
Yield to the feeling
Do not cower in its wake
There's no such thing as nothing.
Fill sails with breath
Do not worry over things
That have not happened yet
Action...
Action...
Action...
Your thoughts are not palpable
Until spoken aloud.
YOU ARE READING
Dumping Grounds
PoesiaSometimes 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...
