Here’s the last of my poetry series. Viola!
She had a glass-hewn flower,
I never understood.
I crushed underneath my boot,
Simply because I could.
Here’s the last of my poetry series. Viola!
She had a glass-hewn flower,
I never understood.
I crushed underneath my boot,
Simply because I could.
Posted by williamcharlesbrock on June 6, 2013
https://wcbrock.wordpress.com/2013/06/06/glass/
Here’s a short poem I wrote in participation of WeWriWa:
There is a book
An old Arab trader warned me of
that takes your whole life to read.
Whole worlds are contained within.
And when you finish
you have just one day
to think it over and decide
if it was worth it after all.
Posted by williamcharlesbrock on June 1, 2013
https://wcbrock.wordpress.com/2013/06/01/wewriwa-4-the-book/