Sunday, April 13, 2014


It does not come from a stone
insensible to the lashings
of wind and sea
but from a palpitating heart
wrung yet again.


Denise | Chez Danisse said...

Well, then perhaps my feeling wrung will lead to good things.

Anonymous said...

I have missed your creativity.

Steph said...

Nice to see your words here

Rebekah said...

"But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart,
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration...."