I believed that the sun rose up in the sky I believed that the hand was divine even now I don't want to know of the lie I believe that the sin must be mine and I pray on my knees my belief be restored I pray and I bow low my head before footsteps … Continue reading from the news: I believed (wrongly)
My own small and simplistic examination of the process of creating a seventeen syllable poem, over on my author page. Please feel welcome to comment. ~
other birds other ways but still they search all the skies for their answers ~
sing to the sky the whirr of your wings turn in a bow of obeisance ~
are you there little bird immensity hides you away from my eyes ~
Seventeen Syllable Poetry
Posted at Seventeen Syllable Poetry.
Posted on Seventeen Syllable Poetry.
from the palette of my colours I will paint the night paint a star-scape ~ one drop dark one run colour one fusion one speck for every heartbeat ~
finally the rain teeming imposing itself through sound like thunder ~
