Blue sky, shining bright,
Turns to grey with sudden rain,
From smile to deep grief.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Dagmar Goeschick and writers in Poets and other communities.
World War I lasted four years. For four years, families lost sons, brothers, fathers. There was hunger. There was grief. There were graves.
By Dagmar GoeschickExclusive • about 10 hours ago
They urge me, “say it with more feeling!” As if it isn’t my very feelings that are the culprit for this stoic numbness As if it isn’t my very feelings that I’m drowning in
By Mikayla Rose7 days ago in Poets
Need to pee so bad, And the bathroom taunts me from A whole mall away.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Poets
Across the street from my house, a man slept under a tree, his dog by his side. My first, naive thought: he must be traveling through. But he kept coming back, often sleeping there during the day. Then it hit me—that person might not have a home.
By Bride of Sound6 days ago in Humans
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.