Imperceptibly they disappear no ghostly trace I am a doorway – open, transparent, absorbing teleporting extinguishing souls, spirited away Eden-bound no return. Advertisements
What corridor is this? What beckoning – wordless sublime… is this awakening or does death posture in shadows… my heart yearns mourns … to be
Honest poetry
Speech Language Pathologist, Writer, Blogger -- musings, anecdotes, stories, quotes, life lessons and growth
Dusk & Resurrection
My photography journey as a hobbyist
Sharing the World We Love
poetry, words, visions on life
Man is only a pilgrim on Earth
9 out of 10 people don't look
age is just a (biggish) number
Poetry In the Waiting
Finding the odd among the ordinary
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Dedicated to A.
Dream - Believe - Create
