Hot Dogs and Marmalade
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Forwards and Backwards
A friend asked me if I could write a poem that could be read both forwards and backwards by line. I gave it a try.
Hopelessness
Destroys
Creativity
A search for beauty
Tumbles into
Prayer
I weep
Alone
Very creative!
It works beautifully.
I’m so glad to have met you at Hutchmoot. I already see that I have much to learn from you. Your blog is beautiful!
It was really nice to meet you, too, Pam!