hazy shades of gray
lazily blurring the lines
I exist, but not
my blood rushes to color
the margins clutching my soul
***
A storm is brewing. We may lose power. I’m tired. I’m cold. I’m also grey.
Meh. Have a tanka. It’s all I got.
hazy shades of gray
lazily blurring the lines
I exist, but not
my blood rushes to color
the margins clutching my soul
***
A storm is brewing. We may lose power. I’m tired. I’m cold. I’m also grey.
Meh. Have a tanka. It’s all I got.
True tales over 50
exercising the mind, lest it wastes away
Insight and inspiration for writers and readers
A Perspective
"If you talk to God you're religious. If God talks to you, you're psychotic."
Poems by Lou des Anges
Gallery of Photography
Writing and Stuff by Chris Hall - Storyteller and Accidental Blogger
