Category Archives: Such is poetry

I move intent on crossing a mountain breaking the climb into steps I can take I cross small hills now and then, With a pleasure and  a smile I dare not fake.   But will the climb lead to a … Continue reading →

Would it be? Could it be? That only rhymes and limericks tell of a poet’s genius Valued it is, far more when feelings and emotions transfer From heart to paper and then paper to hearts For no one thought it … Continue reading →