Poems from The Smallest Spark
I’m no prodigious poet. In fact I’m quite the odd bird, I’m always delving deeper into ideas others find absurd. As my father crossed...
Luscious blonde to black, Every color in between. Your locks I adore.
Buzz Buzz Bzuz Bzzu Bzzu Bzzu Buzz Bzuz Buzz Bzuz
A grain of dust falls, With no purpose but to fall. What am I to thee?
Scurrying about Wide eyes wary of feline watch. Gaze fixed, now they run.