poetry

I used to write poems when I was a kid. I decided to write a poem about everything I’ve experienced this year. Maybe some of you can relate: I was taught to repress, by the generation before me, I didn’t see sadness, depression or glee, The outside seemed tough and rugged for sure, But now...

Something I penned in 2003... ~*~ What is play? Freedom. Freedom of expression. Freedom of movement. Freedom of thought. Swings and creeks. Daisies. Bracelets in the sun. Play has no time boundaries. Play has no schedule. Play flows and ripples like a creek with various dips, turns...