Spring:
So clear is the air...

A startled deer
Full of fear runs...

In situ we as a race appear to
all be, going around in...

This was my submission to Jackie's poetry...
So enraptured with writing poetry...

Savage raging storm,
can you wash away the sins...

Street sleeper:
Sunken and hollow eyes...

He is filled to the brim
Like a puffer fish so bloated...

Subtle or Contrasting:
Can things be as they appear...

Intro: In researching different types of poetry...
Such Difficulty...

I sit and contemplate...
Why my life has been dealt with such a fate...

The summer
now approaching...

Summer:
Splendid red sunrise...