Poems from SoaringWest
The words tremble and shimmer
Rays perforate the clouds
Pausing the rainstorm
A floating water droplet
Suspended for a moment
In its...
I asked you to play toy-soldier, as you lingered in the doorway.
Your hands clenched, while your blue-eyed stones grew colder.
The ruffle...
Mad MonkThick black smoke bellows skyward from the cobblestone square.The crowd stands silent while the monk's frail fingers hold firm....