A Full Circle
written by: McColley
@McCo11ey
Bridges rolling come and go
fluid to the breath
leading here where one is so
ever gently deaths caress,
the heart a subtle knowing
sounds that one may hear
but for all the toil of hateship
rivers flowing tear by tear,
this prick it aches me so
slivering deep within the soul
watching all the wandering
full of cherries in a bowl.
A weaver of words in both poetry and short story, surreal, abstract, strange atmospheres drifting in and out of consciousness. Exposing humanity or pushing its envelope into boundaries of emotional content; enjoy the many variations of Robert McColley.
Latest posts by McColley (see all)
- A Narrow Way - January 5, 2017
- A Full Circle - September 22, 2016
- The Blues Of Darkness - August 14, 2016
