Poems from B. Wiggs

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A big influence when it came to reading, first and foremost, came from Dr. Seuss. It wasn't until I discovered Ray Bradbury and his staple novel Fahrenheit 451, that I began to appreciate the things I read, and soon enough, wrote about. As far as poetry goes, it's a medium/format I can't get used to! It's diverse, it's condensed but brimming and even overflowing, which is all the more reason to love it. Literature is at its heartstrings open to interpretation, even though its original intent by the author may be accepted as its true form, that shouldn't stop us from thinking about a piece of work in a different light. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading and writing!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Who’s the barest of them all? Sight made modest then abashed Since what I see is not a match; The one through...
Her
There she is, wondrous and true How the morning sun competes with her shine; Bright as the day is young, warm, and welcoming: Her voice...
“Good night,” they say to one another;                              Two love birds postpone a return                       To which the...
Life is the basal in which we share Developing as any plant would; straight from the stem. It is our choice to have the care To grow up in...