Hi!

My name is Sondra Rose Marie.

I write poetry here.

On Sundays, I celebrate other poets with Someone Else's Poem I Like Sunday posts.

Submissions (images, art, poetry) are love.

 

City Windows
Pulling the curtainstunes out the night lights and sounds,which are the best part.
__________________________________________________________________You know I don’t know where this photo came from. It’s one of those pieces that belong to the world of tumblr. The haiku is mine.

City Windows

Pulling the curtains
tunes out the night lights and sounds,
which are the best part.

__________________________________________________________________
You know I don’t know where this photo came from. It’s one of those pieces that belong to the world of tumblr. The haiku is mine.

Honestly
Whether or not I want her, I crave her when night falls and I’m alone.
_____________________________________________________________________Honestly? I wrote this poem. The photograph is one of the tumblerverse million.

Honestly

Whether or not I 
want her, I crave her when night 
falls and I’m alone.

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Honestly? I wrote this poem. The photograph is one of the tumblerverse million.

(Source: alwayssomuch)

Longing
def. v. The pain of separation from those (or the one) you love most.
_____________________________________________________________________Erik Witsoe’s beautiful photograph “Along the Thames" is presented with permission from the artist. You can visit his flckr photostream for more photographic goodness. I wrote the poem.

Longing

def. v. The pain of
separation from those (or
the one) you love most.

_____________________________________________________________________
Erik Witsoe’s beautiful photograph “Along the Thames" is presented with permission from the artist. You can visit his flckr photostream for more photographic goodness. I wrote the poem.