Poems from Frugalimpulse
Four days ago our boat set sail.
To secure a catch, we all had fail.
On the way back to the distant shore
Our battered boat sank to the...
A Dark Place
She dreams of a place where Seasons.
collide.
Where the days and nights are denied.
Dark denounces light,
and void pierces the...
On a park bench she sat, all tattered and torn.
Easily targeted with undignified scorn.
Her long silver tresses, were matted and undone....
As I plummeted from the skies,
no one could hear my cries.
Gliding like a bird, a bird in disguise.
Yet, with the wings of butterflies.
My...
I can be still,
at will.
I'm sometimes stormy and perilous.
I am deep and I am boundless.
My hue is blue.
What is the ocean?
I can be...