Verse for wear

First person narratives

Tell me your dreams

I know you spin your gossamer dreams in your heart, Cherishing them against the vagaries of life, The mundaneness, the pains and the strife, And they who would stomp your dreams into the dirt. I know what you are thinking when you idly chat, Your eyes flickering from face to

Arbit

The Monologue of the Blogger as a Youngish Lady

Or this must be where I grow up. In the rustling of a few calender pages, The days, swiftly, they change. I remember those halcyon days, I do, Of reversed Cs, E's and two times two. Before confusion beset my poor soul, Before I assumed this responsible role,