poems

Poem: In Fever

By Sheryl Paul   In my four year old’s feverish state We slip between the worlds together. I, the island, and he the little boat who anchors himself to my shores, his small hot limbs wrapped around me as if I am his tree

poetry at work

(Haikus created by Melissa, Mel and me, with help from of the very fun Haikube set Peggy gave us) A Vision for My Future hero inside I travel after grand fortune happy wind woman * * * dreaming glorious a gorgeous light on my

it hits

A     I got to the point where I stopped mourning what I would have lost in near miss situations.   why borrow trouble why brush the shadow of a gift horse to a soft sheen?   but then I was sitting here