Christopher Robin, that fine young lad, had quite a creative and whimsical Dad, who wrote about creatures who lived in the nursery, making adventures for Chris, all in versery.   Pooh was a pudge, and quite a bit plump, a glutton for honey, and dumb…

it was the future today books were scary gave too many too many ideas so firemen set fires burned books to protect those who needed to be protected and called it all of society but our modest band of heroes were not buying that lie…

Man decides to leave the world behind Take on a profession he has never tried before Whether or not he is running from something Is never actually discussed He becomes friends with his roommate And they sign on to the same workplace Without knowing their…

to love a woman is to acquire new limbs, new organs, a constant state of inventing myself until my soulmate’s bring their tragedy and leave me many-headed; quadruple-armed call me, kali, stupid to have all these heads with no woman to gaze at with these…

ANY HORIZON YOU LIKE   any sense of ancestral journey begins here with lifting, with life, with a sense of purpose adventure beckoning the bright dawn protagonist   there was a house once with balloons like this up and out from the personal to sense…

 In the Valley   My soul, my long-divided soul Seeking solace, tossed In life’s raging tide Wondering what your identity may be Wondering through hostile grounds Searching for the place of rest   Will you rest, my soul? Can you? Should you?   Then my…

Book – The Immortals of Meluha by Amish [Spoiler Warning] Running from the daily violence in the snow-clad mountains to the North Arriving in a land that is conflicted today To find a secret legend and himself Neelkanth, the one with the blue throat suddenly…

Over by the rocks Hidden in a cave He spots a caravan Pulling three women Beaten and battered Hungry looking and distraught He longed to help them So he fired some shots Scaring their captors Freeing their souls He approached the trio And discovered they…

It was at most the close of the day Tunes bellowed As the wind swayed And their it happened Right in the Nick of time! Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)

I’ve seen this line before… this line I walk between worlds. Razor sharp, and yet I live as it splits me through. I AM light in the darkness. I am darkness in the light.