The Dillydoun
From The Dillydoun:
Hollow Likeness Thou dream, perchance. Thou fantasize; thou see that which thee truly desire. Thou feel what many a great pens hath
Planetarium Fleetwood mac on the radio;the world is tunneled.There is only room for shifting dreams,dancing behind a vermillion flame.The needle lightly touches,the
Here’s a poem I wrote in the summer of 2018 A Thunderous Eve With drops of water, the air shimmers. Drops of
tomorrow Oh, how the years roll by, the floodgates of time thrust open. We’re overcome by a tide of change, of creation.