Poems from IrishRose15
They say bring your own device,
But now we can leave behind the teacher?
I miss the personal guidance and advice
Of an instructor, a mentor...
A million thoughts pass through my mind
As I stare at the delicate emerald leaves, illuminated
By the sun’s setting rays.
Nature and I- no...
My arm is only complete when the
Pen is in my hand. It is an extension
Of not just my body, but also of my soul.
An instrument sent from...