Her naive void
was formed of
his bones
his flesh
his spare time
She no longer
shooed him like
a fly
He turned her
from a fresh young
thing into a woman
over night
and their days
amounted to
Scrabble and
talking of dreams
that never seemed
to take flight
TERAH RACHELLE VAN DUSEN 
Terah, once again a powerful poem!
I don’t like the title.
It does work but I do understand. The nice thing is that it is yours and you can change it when you find a title you do like for it. About half the time, the title comes after the poem for me…
Yeah. I probably won’t be doing that though 🙂 It’s just a little snippet of a poem, nothing prolific enough to fret over.
Another nice thing is that there is no time limit… 🙂
“dreams that never seemed to take flight”. Priceless. Great stuff. I don’t know that much about you and there does not seem to be an ‘About’ page, you are certainly full of both talent and perspective. The future seems bright when looked at from your window
I lost my About section when I did this new theme. I like this theme however because the words are really big and they stand out.
Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I love scrabble! I just can’t spell 🙂
Well, the more Scrabble you play the better speller you will be surely!