Category poetry

i of as i

within

with him gone

i am

what lieth at the heart of a furry village

how i finally opened that d@~n jar of pickles

cycling on a sunny day

as i bear witness

“do not hold back”, she said

could it be?

a bridge for the sun

at a celebration of life

it was just one of those days

that shoji left out in the rain

i saw you