Unpolished Ink: Favorites

The mist upon the
Concrete colored lake
Hard to see through
The thickness
Like the words
In my soul
Thickly hidden
The mist lifts from
Above the lake
As my poem
Rises from my soul

Sep 2020 Unpolished Ink

Haiku

Sep 2020 Unpolished Ink

Elizabeth Squires

Haiku

the sun's staring eye
looked through my west window
with a fixed gaze

Aug 2020 Unpolished Ink

Poetess

Aug 2020 Unpolished Ink

Megan H

Poetess

Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?

I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all

#poet #journal #write #light #sad