Poetry and Word Play
It's not Pablo Neruda, but it's mine.- the journey: With tainted heart, and saddened soul...
- tapestry of us: We made this, of ourselves...
- the game is on: The game is on, the sides drawn up...
- no words: He looked at her, and wanted to say...
- starts out like an itch: Step out of the door, step out into the night...
- word, beach and love play: A sunny beach of blond sand...
Dig Deeper
San Mateo, CA