Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
But a whisp of poetry— A thought; an after-thought. A Beautiful Stanza; Standing all on its own. But she was “The Now”; In a KNOWING sense. She brought me poetry and flowers; White peonies, nonetheless. And I have a plant; a [ticket] stub; A root of what was. ©2025Ellen Finn
0
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:11 PM UTC
My Gramma is, Now,
But a whisp of poetry— A thought; an after-thought. A Beautiful Stanza; Standing all on its own. But she was “The Now”; In a KNOWING sense. She brought me poetry and flowers; White peonies, nonetheless. And I have a plant; a [ticket] stub; A root of what was. ©2025Ellen Finn
ellen-finn
Written by
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:11 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem