Pigeonholed Pigeons slotted into holes Some dark, a few are littered Some lined with solemn sounds Some with paintings abound Einstein peers out from a book In a distant little nest. Shelley’s read out in sombre tones In another humble abode. The lines are drawn, The fences raised Choose your home And you’re there to … Continue reading
Teardrops Teardrops Salty, glistening Moistened her eyes Her face illuminated with Laughter.
Christmas melodies Chill of December Mingles with lilting voices Carols crooned with joy.