Poems from ADracaena
When I wrote this…
I believed something was amiss;
No matter how long or hard
I wrote and thought and revised
The words felt empty,
Worn...
Video:
The path I shall walk may be old, controlled.
But the worn threshold I behold has foretold:
The worth of the thousands of steps I’m to take...
Video:
Everyone dressed in finery,
Feeling carefree, so blind, with glee!
Why shall we do when we can just be?
We shall dance and laugh and play,...
These words—
On the tip of my tongue
They slide off
Fly off into the sun
And no one
No one ever can come
Between me and
Who I see
In the...
under the sober sky
neither are dry.
though nearby
a far cry.
C R R A B
A S O R Y
sigh...