Poems from Julia Worley
The meaning of life.
It is an age-old question.
Perhaps, in fact, we are tired of hearing the question.
“What is the meaning of life?”
It...
We were delirious.
A pounding head plagued us as we slept.
There were frantic red tears after elaborate dreams.
How sad it was to watch...
Language is luscious,
Honey to the soul.
Always together,
Never at war.
It makes man drunk.
It whispers a thousand secrets.
It is a...
My dear child,
Beauty hides from you.
Beneath a million moons you lie,
Your hands over your heart.
And some sordid boy,
A sweet sort of...
Hindrance troubles from behind ebony ink;
in the dearth of light it wails.
Wishing for a chance,
he prays to dash his fails,
yet struggles...