dziwne wiersze
zaloguj się

rzeczy od @rosemerry-wahtola-trommer

Misty

And sometimes when I move at the edge of a greatness— a lake or a sea or a mountainside— my insignificance thrills me and the largest of my sadnesses dwindles smaller than the space between grains of sand and in that moment, knowing my place,…

Still Life At Dusk

It happens surprisingly fast, the way your shadow leaves you. All day you’ve been linked by the light, but now that darkness gathers the world in a great black tide, your shadow leaves you to join the sea of all other shadows. If you stand here long enough,…

Where We Are Headed

At first we just say flower. How thrilling it is to name. Then it’s aster. Begonia. Chrysanthemum. We spend our childhood learning to separate one thing from another. Daffodil. Edelweiss. Fern. We learn…