Hopes, or: Smoke rings

A pantoum Thick smoke rings wafted through the steam Small silver spoon stirred dark Earl Grey Night clouds and hopes lit by moonbeam Recurring thoughts began to fray Small silver spoon stirred dark Earl Grey Gnarled finger clutched by digits slim Recurring thoughts began to fray Wise, pale blue eyes could not see him Gnarled… Continue reading Hopes, or: Smoke rings

America, or: Jerusalem

'Endings / beginnings', a d'Verse prompt More than anything else, I simply wanted her to be okay after Papa died Though it seems rather unpoetic and prosaic to me looking back at it Of course that is what I would have wanted for Mama; and for all of us Losing one parent so tragically would… Continue reading America, or: Jerusalem