The Harvest of An Idealist

This brainwork is a bed of soil A place she where she digs And I watch as her thoughts they grow I like to peek over the iron-wrought walls of friendship, fortresses and fear to see The things that grow beneath Her words fall Into the freshly-watered soil of a blank computer page To grow…

A Dalliance

Writing- a dance Pen strokes- a chance word sounds- a chant vowel rounds- in rants that’s all it is- a dance Ideas bounce- in trance word counts – in France write RENOUNCE -in caps Sentence carousals- this dance