I enjoy reading poetry and William Wordsworth is one of my favorite poets. In the poem “Goody Blake and Harry Gill,” we are told of
Category: Poetry
Some of the poetry I am writing.
Albert
Like the hands of a clock, Stuck in time, Is the birth of an unloved Child. A petal pushes through,
Into The Night
The stifling summer, oppressive at Night. Windows raised, to displace the Heat. A fan blows, it helps me to Sleep. § But an open window,
Measure Your Life
THE MEASURE OF A LIFE How do you measure, the length of one’s days? The passage of time, slipping away. Some say wealth, and how
