My response to Carpe Diem #1033 the cold night Today’s quote is from Pedro Calderon de la Barca (1600-1681, Spanish dramatist, writer and poet: “These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night’s arms.” day is at an […]
Tag: Cold
Head Cold
My head A dandelion of lead One blow into a tissue And it explodes Into a cloud Of neon fireflies My eyes Blink and blur Burning blinds Close Against the light My nose Is not my own Swollen and running A tap from my brain Words and thoughts escaping Will I ever think again? My […]
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