Poetry – Page 53 – JJJ Interactive Books

A Blank Page

From where do the words come?

You see blood sucking vampires and I see a garden of beautiful flowers with a few pesky insects.

Poetry and writing do help in the search for solace.

When it rains, it comes in torrents.

Is today the day?

Who is your bedfellow?

Frogs sing in the trees.A shooting star overheadOne deep breath – exhale.

A pretty good day for a snake.

Sometimes you need some space to breathe, but not too much time alone.

There is peace and beauty in the sky. Just look up!