Like riding the curled, cresting salt;
Like riding a wing-ed horse;
Like drifting through warm waters
Festooned with flowers,
We float on a phantom of Grace.
Enchanted.
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
Like riding the curled, cresting salt;
Like riding a wing-ed horse;
Like drifting through warm waters
Festooned with flowers,
We float on a phantom of Grace.
Enchanted.
seeking sublime surrender
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
HemmingPlay 