Bodies of water make me
Want to sing
My melodies reach the tips
Of the waiting trees
Whose thankful whispers
Ride the wind
Little birds stop by
To harmonize
Insects nearby weave dance
Into flight
Still rocks wait
To drum against the waves
Rose clouds arise
To blow lyrics from the dusky sky
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Otherworld
PoetryI started this book of poetry a few months before moving to Australia, and continued while I was living there. Now that I'm back, it feels like a good time to deem it complete. As usual, my poems cover a wide range of topics. I simply write what com...
