Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

knowing death (Remove filter)

Recent Comments

Red Brick Keshner on piecemeal
4 hours ago

ZTK Space on Not Least By I
5 hours ago

Holden Moncrieff on (Mis)aligned...
6 hours ago

Tom Doolan on Pickleball Man
7 hours ago

Robert Mann on Who Are You?
8 hours ago

Auracle on The first statue of The Darkborn
9 hours ago

John Coopey on Nostalgia
10 hours ago

Rick Varden on Split Personalities
11 hours ago

Marla Joy on Silent Call
12 hours ago

Marla Joy on Miracles
12 hours ago

faln (10/16/2023)

i wish the forests
could take me back
puln deep: 
neath the shake of
the leaf
and ire 
of the rhime 
fed way 
while my bones turn to rest
and my soul to the deep,
knowing spores

from death to the winds
carried high to the rains
falling
again and again
again and again
again and again;

Read and leave comments (0)

🌷(1)

autumnnaturedecayrebirthknowing deathi could live

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message