Fingers dance on keys
Letters burn porcelain skin
Like hopping hot potatoes
Summer cooks short poets
The battle of tanka’s, stop.
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Fingers dance on keys
Letters burn porcelain skin
Like hopping hot potatoes
Summer cooks short poets
The battle of tanka’s, stop.
Poet
a plethora of inspiration
Explore ideas worth spreading
Thoughts and Observations from Edward Roads
Because poetry. And petals.
in the material and spiritual realm
Sharing writing tips, information, and advice.
Happy are those who write because it brings them joy and sanity.
evolving perceptions of life's myriad vagaries
confessions are self-serving
out of this world
Bluebell Ranch Sweden
A galaxy of poetry, short stories, tall tales, and other assorted creative items.
My Pilgrimage Through Sanity.
"Be Yourself, whom I value most"
The Ridges of Intertextuallity
books,poems,coffee,teas
Why Make The Mistakes I've Already Made?
