Old travels through worlds left behind resurface as pale memories...
Wilderness
Tag: travel
Open Sky Country
It was a green grass day in the hills and we lay in fields that thirsted for the sun...
Across the Dead Valley
It was out across the dead valley Engines grinding against the strain Blue smoke released to trace the movement of the air Leaving behind clues to its own existence
Wanderer of Twilight Worlds
Speak to me in secret tongues, you wanderer of twilight worlds Stolen words you gave to me as treasure maps Drawn in disappearing ink beneath my skin... #poetry #writing #space
Beginning
I’m supposed to write a poem about beginnings, and I can’t think of how to start it. Irony is not dead.
