My latest five-line, original poem.
Underneath the Clouds
the clouds poured into my cup;
i drank long and hard, choking
down the dark edges, not allowing
sunset beams to percolate, and still
the glass remained half empty.
Poem: Underneath the Clouds
Milam's Musings
“All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
Milam's Musings 