There was a challenge on tumblr to make a poem about this print. This is my entry. The Blue Skull In the mud of a hollow well, my bones rotting lie in the darkness of the day Black bugs crawl through the digits of my toes digging holes in the place where flesh once lay … Continue reading
Yellow Sunflowers. Others call them weeds, and yet, They brighten my day.
Ice cream for breakfast. Sometimes the simple pleasures are the ones you need.
Air as sweet as cream. Large, round raindrops fall onto bright-new green grass stalks.
Clouds in moonlit sky. trails of white form an oval, Black-backed evil eye.
Small red apple seed pushed beneath the soft spring earth A new beginning
The sky, a blue sea a lone star shines overhead before the sun rises.
Waiting for the bus A young man hops to the beat of his own headset
Like a slash of paint glowing on my bathroom wall the orange light of dawn
No longer lonely sharing the Earth’s morning sky The Sun and The Moon