Midnight blue waters;
reflecting glimmers above-
my arms wide open.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from P. Totti and writers in Poets and other communities.
Soil under my feet; patch of blue forget-me-nots- the wind sways goodbye.
By P. Totti3 years ago in Poets
I am chasing the grind and weathering the wind, and getting dressed in cobwebs and stripes and selling my clothes to a friend
By Caitlin Charlton3 days ago in Poets
My morning walks Bring different scenarios From the animal world A cat and a dog met in the backyard and A tale began to unfurl
By Cheryl E Preston3 days ago in Poets
Last year (2025), I challenged myself to write at least one story for each of the 48 Vocal communities. I have achieved that goal, but a lot of new community stories were cramped into the last two weeks of the year.
By Lana V Lynx8 days ago in Writers
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.