An open hand
Not a handout
An open mouth
No food for it.
I need loving
Nourishment.

Inspired by ryn's concrete poem
Love Fool



I'm here...

hanging on the end of a
                    dangling participle...


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/12/2015

.                         A
                     Tiny hat
                My forefathers
            Humble beginnings
        I somewhat envy them bec
Ause then,they had their own styl
          E with self made values
          And rules not trying to
          Copy others but living
          in utmost grace and si
          mplicity.though I woul
          dn't want to live back;
          in those days,I respect
   The strength of my forefathers
   Their intellect and wisdom,yes.