Poems from MyOwnPerson
The single white dividing line beats past,
Not measuring blurred distance or rhythmic time,
But the spinning of wheels over asphalt.
...
Hear the rushing and the gushing
Of the wind’s resounding might,
O’er the ruckus of the rain
As it howls through the night.
Hear the...
The sultry cicadas sound the alarm,
Warning with sweet nodding crescendos.
Robins, ravens, and warblers leave their base-
The forked...