Poems from akomloski
Ode to Familiar Things
The sky makes room for the sun
that toys with the edges of the mountains
pink, purple
yellow, blue
dance in the sky...
Happy, innocent, and loved.
~Fatherless
Nothing Left To Lose
Unicorns
The long golden brown carpet tickled my toes as we danced around the small crowded room. The white bunk...
Before the Line is Dead
Dear Father,
I sit by the window and trace drops of rain, like the memories falling from my eyes. In the yard, the...
The Branch
Dear Dove,
I see the branch in Your beak
soaring over restless waves
darting from the thunder
this world strikes You with...