A Book in Summer: A Short Pantoum
A breeze turns the pages. Beneath my hand the periwinkle drips from the bluebells and in between my toes. The green pushes up, stretching for the sun. Who can no longer spare warmth? The...
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Heart: A Short Pantoum
Pantoum Poem The heart must crack. To accept more love, first it will break. It will become full and burst into one thousand sparking bits. To make room, the heart must split its seams...
Winter: Another Short Pantoum
I gave her my secret. With both hands Twining in and out of burnt branches, Reaching for the sky. In her eyes, I dripped away somewhere deeper than lost. Twining in and out of...
