Day: May 10, 2017

Poetry: a Murmuring Ghost.

Do you ever feel like your a murmuring ghost?

You’re asleep, and then there it is noises. They become louder and louder to the point of waking up. A free verse poetry simulating the murmurings of the night or maybe dreams that wake the dead.

Poetry: My Home is the Blue Sky

My home is the blue sky.

It could be the center of my universe, I have heard of other places be called the center of the universe. But most of all, I claim to be a humble soul.
Here as an observer, to view everything in color, of the day noises and nighttime noises too. To offer something to it, instead of taking something from it.