I want to feel the wind again.
Sunshine would be so fine.
Walk in moonlight, too.
I want to feel the wind again.
Sunshine would be so fine.
Walk in moonlight, too.
I miss me before the stroke
She is always in my night dreams
Because she is the real me
Molly Read Woo
Supportive, giving, inspiring
Her photos and rhymes delight
Her life…a poem of sharing
Joseph, CNA
Humorous Nigerian
Call light responsive
No one gets me out of bed
This summer morning
Gained eleven pounds
Here, at the end
Is the title of a poetry book by
Alice Teeter.
I have two favorite poems…number 27 and number 39. They are haunting with their emptiness, stillness, and silence. She certainly moves me to think of the last day in a new way.
I recommend Here, at the end by the poet Alice Teeter.
Creator’s humor
The baboon’s bright red bottom
On daily display
April, the month for
Poetry in all its forms
Haiku, my favorite
A nod to nature
Maybe a twist at the end
Three lines…a haiku
Falling asleep, my
Face nose to nose with my face
Jerked away to breathe