Poems from Ash Turner
Why do we write, scribbling ink onto paper?
Why do we do it now instead of later?
Why indeed do we do so many things in life,
Instead of...
Dear Mom, why do you hate me?
Is it because of secrets that have come out lately?
That I do not love the same way you do,
Or do not...
Secluded in the corner of a dusty attic,
Are things that may be best left static.
Secrets left undiscovered and unknown,
Things that...
Oh how beautiful the sky is tonight.
How marvelous it is with it's soft light!
The stars are poking out of the inky blackness
And I wonder...
The future is fraught with danger and delight.
Of things that will come and of things that only might.
All that is determined by what we...