Poems from TawnyPoet
In the luminous rays of the Moon’s glow, a man sat beneath it, old and sorrowed
And the creases on his head, burrowed furious, creating...
Fear is but a petty thing, but consumes all within its seething rage,
All twists and turns of a broken road to drive all to the deranged,...
Gentle roots touch hurting hearts; where pain and sorrow linger,
Absorb it through; all and all, until the effect is less than meager—...
What does it mean to be masterful in the contortion of words and phrases?
To be able to twist the thoughts of what we feel and make it...