Let’s end the last official fall month with this short little thing.
I had to make some sort of commentary on this neat thing I went to.
Another one of those poems that came to me during the day.
Ah, those first snowflakes. So nice, so bad.
Something directed not just to myself, but to everyone else who is not entirely neurotypical and down on their luck.
Posted when this month is reaching its end.
Some poetry abut something I do not like all that much. 😛
Had enough poetry about pets? Sorry, here’s another one.
I am one of those people who re-reads a book multiple times, just to savor certain passages, let the familiar words wash over me and caress my very being in a comforting way. How fascinating is it then that one such familiar passage that has remained with me deals with the very concept of comfort itself and how to be the most comfortable.
Another kind of free flowing poem about life and direction.