Joshua+Block

"Poetry is the doorway to the soul." - Floria

Memory Poem:


 * Round**

Feet sinking into soil remnants of rain-- warm followed by a cool glow.

Lungs push outward, there is nothing else in the world.

I am on my own, an island around water.

Near the willow trees, roots. I speed by.

What was that feeling? That sound?

Next lap white frog belly pointing at the sky.

Try to keep thinking free.

More poems to come this week...