Today, I’d like to tell you a story, one nevertheless only the children of the tale would know.
This is the poem I've waited for years to flesh out, a work I'm dedicating to millions of innocent souls whose earthly existence were brutally robbed by our selfish generation.
Amidst our daily perfunctoriness, have we the assiduity to attend to the greeters beyond the greetings? Are we sure our friends and families are well?
My first take on a limerick. The pesky metre and tricky rhymes are beyond what I initally expected for a lunch-break poem.
Journaling a gloomy day with this quadrille, as I swayed in misunderstanding and waltzed through discord.