Poetry November 30

Hopefully this month has shown you at least one poem that left you a memory to enjoy.

Sight

I walk around with one blind eye,to overlook what others hide.The other eye is wide opened,observes what goes unnoticed. I ask myself, “which is worth more?”apply my gift of keeping score. The gaping eye sees everything,knows exactly what pulls all strings.Mystical force lives deep within,shines with pure hope to wipe off sins. The blinded eye […]

Sight

Poetry November 22

EE Cummings always inspired me. Because he did not believe in use of Punctuation in his poetry.