Paper lined and placed on top of the desk it flutters in the breeze of an open window. Empty and wordless it waits to be written on or to return to the ground where it came. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
Category: Poetry
Poem #145 (Fire)
Sky thick with smoke a flame burns somewhere traveling up into the air and away into another land. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
Poem #144 (Sun Stripes)
Sun trickles through the blinds leaving hot stripes across the carpet floor. Wandering my feet find warmth in the patterns of sunlight on the floor. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
Sounds They Echo [poem #143]
“Sounds they echo through the walls into a corridor…”
Poem #142 (Words in the Night)
the worlds drip down and forget themselves molding on a floor painted with blood, guts and bones I am here waiting to find you somewhere farther into the darkness into the night that holds me and holds us. Words dripping. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! …