photo credit to Kevin Trotman (The Rocketeet on Flickr)
I remembered the rise and fall of… that gloomy afternoon... I took a closer look at you in the hospital bed where you lay.… Your beautiful face was swollen
Tonight, through my window, a glimpse of your silvery light dawned upon the grassy fill of this earth. Your quaintness
Suddenly, once grayish white cloud… turned deeper grey and floated in… Lightnings flashed behind clouds a… accompanied with roaring thunder warning everything below
Her tattered red shoes waited for years in dim-lit corner— mending’s needed no more
His lamenting soul Hoping for great redemption— Forgiveness awaits...
I swim in my tears day after day while distant shore awaits quicksand to another realm. I balance on the rope across life’s ragged-edged cliff.
Click, clack, click, clack Lonely click-clack of an old clock Above the column of this room, Recessed to the wall as if entombe… I took the key to wind the clock
A simple utterance was sweet, Spell binding and no conceit. Charmed by his presence, She gladly gave her acceptance To an Autumn Night Dance invitat…
Coloring books were so much fun! As a child, I kept my colors insi… I was good at that! Afraid to go haywire, I also drew my lines
With your mystical gaze Love hovered so divine. In your amber-brown eyes, The warmth... I felt as you gazed upon mine.
Abominable as it had been Accountable to the nature’s befalling tragedy... All lost and gained... love, joy and peace.
The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—
by: Imrogue She succumbed to the roughest touc… over and over again... She was aware, but remained still.… overwhelmed with repulsion...
Array of sea glass arts meticulously displayed with pride. Framed art mosaics with hues of red, blue, green, brown... pink and the purple... the rarest…
I’m OLD By Imrogue I can’t see far When I drive my car— I can’t see near—