A fresh open grave
A bed for the coming night
For the longest night
I can't help horror seeping into even my Haiku poems, it seems! I hope you are all staying safe and well. How are you spending your days? I'm working from home while my eldest daughter watches Friday Night Dinner (brilliant comedy) while it's a lovely sunny day outside.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Pieces of Me
ŞiirPoetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you. Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic intros...