Old Work

In cleaning out my old storage facility, I came across some of my old writing that I had done in a variety of old classes or from when the muse still whispered to me.  I will throw a few on here in the coming days so that I will have them for the ages.  Here is one, and I am unsure what inspired me, but I was taking an advanced poetry class at the time.



Pure Slander


Remembered with a kiss
and a whisper as
sweet winds gather

Refreshed from a look
in eyes as deep and 
warm as down
upon a pile
I long to fall

Renewed with a smile
and thoughts of 
a dream which 
may yet come