Poetry – A Good Blog is Hard to Find

Drawing words

I drew a word until I knew the meaning. Until it became a part of me. Connecting commas to connect

I crept up upon a surprise. And found something other than what I had surmised. A spirit in disguise. A

I am like a raging bull or a bull that is raging, I’m not sure. Here he comes tumbling toward.

I walked quietly into the night. Where the light is out of sight. I did not feel a single fright.

My eyes set upon the sun that seems to run from something to come. It reminds me of a son