‘Blur’ and Other Poems by Anna J. Arredondo
Blur The seconds tick, the minutes race, __The hours fly, __The days flash by, The weeks go at a ...
Tag: Poetry About Time
1/ Snow melts in warm hands Held gently, it disappears— Nothing left to hold 2/ Snowy empty road Streetlights, one…
I like how the second line of number 2 can also apply to the first and third line separately. I…
Margaret, thank you! I appreciate how detailed your reading is (and that you picked up on the cor ad cor…
Thank you Paul!
D.R., thank you for reading! I love that image as well, the phrase used for sleep in the Genesis passage…
