Poems from FreedomBlossom
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Or is it smoke to ashes
And lungs of dust?
From the earth was born man
From the earth born mans end....
I stand before the mirror
And all I see is an error
A bloody X across my being
Telling me this ain’t worth seeing.
I push myself into a...
You looked me in the eyes today
And asked the simplest question
But I forgot what to say.
What is your name?
My name is
The ringing of...
Four trees grew in a clearing
A weeping willow
An oak
A dogwood
And a sapling.
A stranger planted the sapling
And the others did not know...
Dear Love
I hope this note reaches you well.
Maybe sometime after noon?
So you will remember
To look for me
To pull back the curtain...