Showing posts from October, 2018

As the sun rose ...

As the sun rose ...

'Found' Micropoetry 

(From friends' emails)

as the sun rose over their garden his brother died 
A crazy man crashed into us – the end of the Subaru.  A very fickle life!  Or a mad moon.

In Ballarat East it’s quiet, it’s green. I can walk to the town centre. I have a choir venue and community garden.

I feel fulfilled and free but I need a new obsession

From Harlots, Season 2, Episode 8:
Grief comes in great gusts 
to blow you down. The things men do.

imagine your tongue circling the rosy sunrise of her nipple

(One way to deal with writer's block is to use other people's words!)

Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #426