Daily Archive: January 18, 2016

Used to


  I used to believe  poetry had to rhyme. . I used to believe, words were the expression. . Poetry is my heart expressing my joy and sorrow. . Words are the tear drops… Continue reading

Anger’s cloud


  I’d like to say, “Your words hurt.” Instead, I stroke our 4-footed companions. . I’d like to say, “Go away, I’m through talking to you.” But you say it first. . I’d like… Continue reading