Ive got a handful
Of adjectives
Singing in the
Pocket of ripped jeans
And verbs dash past
While nouns sit
Whispering
I reach in
Summon
With pleading voice
Slipping through
Ink stained fingers,
Words dripping to pavement
And toss them athwart
Aged notebook paper
They splay about
Seeping over the lines
And remember memories past
While peering across reality
YOU ARE READING
Meandering Thoughts
PoetryMy very first book of poetry throughout which a handful of thoughts are tossed, and even crafted, onto the page. I'll update regularly. Here's hoping it's a good one.
