Dream in Ways
Great poem on Pedestal.
I dream in ways
my mouth cannot articulate
in ways my hands refuse to write
I am a prisoner inside
and there are bars
the world will never break
because they are made from fear
of death and losing all that
I have hid inside them
for so long.
Coronavirus Haiku (With a Little Bit of Help From My Friends)
Sitting in my bed YouTube and a Netflix are it I have gained 10 pounds - Nick Hindman
Dusting off haiku Reticence, banished cadence, Imagination - Justin Bog
do i laugh or cry do i try to read the news do i cry or laugh - Kimberly Beyers
Alone with my pets I suppose I should be sad Somehow I am not - Cathy Clarke Sheets
I'm really bored, yo! My husband and I are cool; Our cat is less so... - Jdr916
Stuck at work again Frustrating Uncertainty Ready to go home - Danielle Thamasa
