Poems from akomloski

Ode to Familiar Things
Ode to Familiar Things The sky makes room for the sun that toys with the edges of the mountains pink, purple yellow, blue dance in the sky...
Fatherless
Happy, innocent, and loved.               ~Fatherless
Nothing Left to Lose
Nothing Left To Lose Unicorns The long golden brown carpet tickled my toes as we danced around the small crowded room. The white bunk...
Before the Line is Dead
Before the Line is Dead Dear Father, I sit by the window and trace drops of rain, like the memories falling from my eyes. In the yard, the...
The Branch
The Branch Dear Dove, I see the branch in Your beak soaring over restless waves darting from the thunder this world strikes You with...