Poetry Blogs (cozy)
Nicola Beckett on reflections of hell (4 hours ago)
Raindrops trickle on the forest's brow
Forming transparent puddles,
That reflect your querying face
And catches the dream of a moment.
Storm cells brew on the radar,
Fearful in their presence as they pass
Life on the brink of forever's portals
Until thunder morphs into cuddles .
In the streams your form takes shape,
Eyes that gaze with hope and love
Flowing into ...
Friday 4th February 2011 9:53 am