Jennifer Cooperider on Carl E. McClellan
2 hours ago
Shuttles soar with seemingly unprecendented motion.
The children's eyes gaze to the floor.
The ground is green and brown and yellow.
The world below cannot bellow.
Sing and hum its' tune.
A melody, sweet melody.
A rotation for all of you.
Its' sweet chillness pressed against the nostrils,
Its' gentle warmth against the skin.
Allow the gaze of the star above,
Monday 25th April 2016 5:27 am
The day seems a good bit colder now,
Casting blue light through the windows.
And I just don’t seem to have the energy,
To get up—go on—continue.
I know things won’t get better,
I no longer can believe.
Today I found no reason not to leave.
When times were rough in the past,
I had you to keep me strong.
But now my bed seems rather large,
And the nights seem way to...
Monday 1st September 2014 8:38 am