Sands of Time

Grains of time in a jar Each one etched with a memory, Precious moments of mine. When it is therefore time to go How can I leave them behind? Away I wish to carry my moments On the eternal journey of mine!   Stop there will you please mere mortal? No one has ever Been … Continue reading Sands of Time

Rain-On an Autumn’s Day

Rain, Lightly drips, Riding on wind’s wings. Playfully attempts to touch All. It Hangs like a veil, obscuring Gentle, cottony, Rain or mist? Doubt. Oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1  in five lines only as a poem, developed by Glenda L. Hand. Mirror oddquains … Continue reading Rain-On an Autumn’s Day