Poems from beth_marie
There’s a difference between being lonely and being
alone.
Does taking time to be quiet
mean I have a heart of stone?
If I don’t...
Words
are the skeletons
of an organic language.
This lexicon forms the bones of thought.
Thought
is the tendons and sinews,
connecting...
There’s something in the air today.
Or is it somewhere else?
Perhaps it’s not in what I breathe,
But inside of me myself.
I have my lazy...
The power’s out.
Generators hum in backyards,
a legion of electricity
hidden behind picket fences.
The afternoon storm stole away
the...