©Arwen LeQuieu Sitting in my comfy chair A stack of books and a cup of tea Leaving behind worldly care In an afternoon where I am totally free. In my garden hammock laying Bare feet and face turned towards the sun Relaxing, for the hour staying In the pages of a book undone. My little […]
©Arwen LeQuieu 1. Cheese cloth around my heart, bleeding through this inefficient bandage. Tears in my eyes, or is it sweat, no wonder I can’t see. The horizon is on top. I’m sinking to the bottom. Lost like a blind man in a dessert My wounds are not healing, the greatest part of me still […]
I got Alfred Lord Tennyson. Although my favorite poet is Elizabeth Barrett Browning I’m sure that spending an evening with Tennyson would be interesting. Take the quiz below and let me know who your poet BFF turned out to be.
©Arwen LeQuieu I see my thin humanity falling through my fingertips like so much sand when I dream with my eyes open life becomes more unbearable every time I drift away the dreams are beautiful tempting me to stay in the land of fortune and fame no sandman to lure me I want to escape […]