Poems from ellarie.gartner
How does one start on a canvas?
What makes a stroke of the brush?
We all have it in us
It’s only a matter of trust
Trust the colors you...
Today I was a student, and
The students taught me.
She took on the part
of devils advocite
for the two sides of a story.
Brantigan, you...
I recall waters
Foam on the shore line
The sky looked wounded
I would have asked why
But it could have just been blush
My cheeks would...
How can one be the “original”
The one above the masses, a central
When voices and shouts have more strength
More satisfying sense to the...
I know the day will come
With one word
we all stand up
Shouting and pointing at all
That will make them hear
How much better it...