Poems from gvdh
Tugging, pulling at the curtain
Waiting to come out.
Waiting for someone to push me. I’m certain
I’m just waiting about.
Lover of beauty...
Glorious sounds slice through my anger and stress.
Unbelievable.
In the vibrato of the strings I can hear
The musical progressions tug at...
We write for what we think is right.
We write to remind us of memories,
To recollect, reminisce, and move on to new remedies.
But isn’t it...
Hope - a vivacious fire,
A quiet whisper
Helps lead me down this broken
Road of life. The waiting -
Hoping of something better.
This is...