by Lane | Advent, Poetry, Writing
Between This line And the next My thoughts burst forth Like fireworks Shimmering against The dark. Between This line And the next I may have strolled around the block Or down the lane. I may have stopped and chatted with a friend Over a cup of Earl Grey...
by Lane | Poetry, Writing
The final round Of editing Feels like That sprint When your lungs burn And your legs wobble And you can see the finish line, But are gasping for hope and energy. To undo What took so long to do Seems counterproductive. In fact, Such editing Adds a patina...