I must go in, or: The fog is rising

A limerick I must go in, for the fog is rising. Though, truth be told, it's unsurprising. Mean plans for Man set in motion, back with skies, stars, beasts, lands, oceans... God shows no great interest in revising. d'Verse poetics: 'Words of Departure' At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to select one of phrase from the… Continue reading I must go in, or: The fog is rising

The thing with feathers that perches in the soul…

Hope is a waking dream.-Aristotle (384โ€“322 BCE) To live without Hope is to Cease to live.-Fyodor Dostoyevsky (1821 โ€“ 1881) Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.-Emily Dickinson (1830 โ€“ 1886) I find hope in the darkest… Continue reading The thing with feathers that perches in the soul…