This week I’m featuring poetry by a fellow blogger Lady Janey. She blogs primarily about customer service but also writes cute poetry. Here are a couple for you to enjoy: Barney- My ‘Blogger-dog’ Barney is a happy soul, A lively...
First the poem; Symbiosis I’m pressing forward with questions and hours minutes and answer whatever you have I need and I will push for more. In this I am honest if nothing else. Existence is purposeless if I am to...
I say crying is good for you a release of endorphins your mind and body sorely needs. It’s a lie. Crying hurts, his now more than mine, every tiny tear stings, and my head hurts and hear aches as if...
Discoveries I discover pieces over myself all over the place and time is taken to find all the words to explain it all. Those words are mine however for my understanding. I would be something non-existent if I must. Words...
I touch smooth skin and soft hair – whatever I can reach – in reassurance of his existence. As if my vision is a lie my other senses in denial. My boy, smiles, and so do I, following the rise...
I’ve been watching an argument (debate does not cover it) in a writing facebook group I’m a member of about why poets call themselves writers. At first, I found this really insulting. While I don’t think the original poster meant...
I remember a good summer bright with promise, crushes and sex, my memory nebulous a floating soundtrack to the sun. If only I could remember more. Not every winter was barren, not every summer bright, it’s on the edge of...
I haven’t quite decided what they tell me is true pluck away one by one and leave me hanging by my bones my soul scoured clean and raw by every touch. Probably should’ve listened but here I am all the...
