The Poet
Original Poetry

The Poet

(For Avellina, on her birthday) *** She’s a master of her skill.Within her hand, the quill,Is like an extension of her armBringing joy to her heartAs her masterpiece she starts.Her soul cannot stay contained.As her…

Pen Ink and Mascara
Original Poetry

Pen Ink and Mascara

Pen ink and mascara smear The tear-stained pages of Her little lined journal With the lavender cover.   The black ink and mascara Intertwine.  The words Tumble out of her Sobbing,             Sobbing,                         Sobbing…