I have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my notebook and see the difference it can make. It's not magical. It's not life changing. But, it's Vermillion and it's me. ©VioletEden2017 HR- #8

~ nature poems, mostly ~

Take a vacation on the Lyrical Porch. Come sit on my porch, when you're feeling scorched. Come and be my guest, take a little rest....

Some light-hearted Poems to make you smile. Poetry at it's quirkiest!