free verse

The Talking Windowglass

I caught myself staring blankly out the window, “What a dour,” the glass hissingly sneered, Unawed, unthinking, I shrugged off its crack, Alas! Once more it hummed:”why’re your eyes sad?”…

Mowing

By: Robert Frost There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew…

Lovecast

Do I love you just for your sunny soul? For the brightness you cast on my daily toil? Do I cherish you simply for your sought-after smile? Of which sweetness…

Yawnful Morn

Hey, gear up! Oh, what a sluggard,what a pain! Get up, rise up, the sun’s hot and burning, Come on, gaze up, breathe in,and breathe out, Let some fresh air…