Light as feathers, as fleeting as Zephyr, one moment they breathed pink, the next they faded. Cherry blossoms were as much an inspiration for beautiful verse as they were a reminder of life's fickleness, she thought. |
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. |
After a full belly, all is poetry. |
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. |
Of all flowers, Methinks a rose is best. |
If the ocean can calm itself, so can you. We are both salt water mixed with air. |
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light. |
Much of poetry is an anguished waiting. |
What's madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance? |
There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know. |