Scott: Memory - a poem about legacy
If there is one thing left after we’re gone,
one small thing that matters,
even an echo in a canyon,
even a faint scent on a breeze,
then we haven’t lived in vain,
have we?
Poetry
Julia: Because I’m Me - a celebration of being
Because I’m me, I get to feel the thunder,
and see how life expands inside a bloom.
Because I’m me I dare to touch the sunset,
and walk at ease under a silver moon.
Julia: Life at Dawn - a poem about life
Nothing goes and nothing comes of nothing
there is essence in the word of truth
we are small and meek into the vastness
of the worlds beyond the sights of youth.
Julia: Softness - a prose poem about cats
Softness brushes the glass pane, steadily patting at the window with delicate plush soles, the kind that make intricate embroidery patterns on freshly fallen snow, but no sounds, no sounds at all, ever.
Amelia: Transaction - a quirky love poem
Make me an offer: your head or your heart.