Dear God Someone Tell Me How Punctuation Works In Poetry - Blog Posts

rococobean

1 year ago

There are soft things in the world my child;

petals to soothe your thorn-scratched hands.

Warm houses, while the wind whips wild,

and friends who leap at your command.

enjoy my dog painting…

Rainbow with a Black Pen

Crimson flash of pain

rusty orange dried blood

golden sun on sidewalk,

edged by mossy mud.

Clear blue rolling tears;

I crumple to my knees.

Indigo grows twilight

and violet my grief.