There is unity in this house.
Walls shake with our voice,
raised high,
a Sunday crescendo,
mirrored in the exultant rise
of the sun who catches us . . . more
sometime intellectual artist opt-out, much more interested in the zen of things, tall, some say handsome but grizzled, middle aged yet young at heart
On Gather, I'm Looking For ...:
another creative outlet, a chance to hobnob with the truly talented, learn and share a little, make a friend or two, and maybe express a burning opinion now and then.
Atticus, thank you for your lovely and gracious comments about my poem! I struggled over this one; it was far angrier, and then I turned myself into an observer. : - ) And what have you been working on?!
