How hard that is,
the letting go.
I want to hold on forever.
I reach,
I close my fist,
but there is only smoke between my fingers.
Mine.
Such a foolish word.
Everything is pulled from our grasp
eventually.
The only hope
is realizing that
Separate
is such a foolish word
as well.
 | JO on Bring The Dory Home |
 | Marshall on Bring The Dory Home |
 | Marita Falconer on Solitary |
 | Eileen on The Rose |
| Marita Falconer on It Was A Dark And Stormy … |
A Pox on the Patriarchy
life's wHeirdness and wonder
The poetry, photographs and thoughts of Tom Atkins
Life and death and sleeping on the ground
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain." Vivian Greene
Life on the farm...life in general.
Welcome to my head. Rock and Roll and New Jersey humor. And dogs.
Keep your head about you
Finding My Voice
Wherever you go, there you are.
Dancing In The Rain 