April 4, National Poetry Month
Where do I go?
How do I find meaning in life?
Am I worthy to be sparred this “scourge”?
While all around the world
Death waits for so many
An unseen enemy
Stalker
Covid-19, Poetry, Spring, Written for NaPoWriMo
April 4, National Poetry Month
Where do I go?
How do I find meaning in life?
Am I worthy to be sparred this “scourge”?
While all around the world
Death waits for so many
An unseen enemy
Stalker
Observations from the Garden
A selfish poet
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
Places - Nature - Photography