Posted in Poetry on May 28, 2007 | 2 Comments »
The Poet’s goal: to fan the famished flame
A catalyst to boost immortal fame
One glowing ember separate from the rest
One proof you have not exhaled idle breath
Your words left on their lips beyond your death.
The Poet’s aim: to pierce one reader’s heart
Posted in Poetry on May 28, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Rain please trickle down and land
Flow softly, gently on this sand
Revive the growth that can’t be found
If only for another round.
The tree is lost, no way to leave
without the solace of reprieve.
 | Shirley Allard on I Give |
 | gothness on Death After Life |
 | Bob on I Give |
 | Noah on I Give |
 | Jo Janoski on I Give |
