Mary's Poetry

Rivers could cut and carve between them and the aged old earth they stood upon, Mountains of force could move through and it wouldn't have phased either one. Before, whenever one of them spoke the other would finish the speech, When fingers touched the tremors came which couldn't have been helped by... Sign in to see full entry.

And the day has come and passed, when all deserved didn't last. As tears blend with the rain, leaving an acute sense of pain. Falling down and down and down, because below there is no ground. As darkness invades any light, I cannot see myself to fight. Treading deep into the curse, clinging to all... Sign in to see full entry.

One seed at a time and the garden grows, One drop at a time and the river flows. One word at a time and the book is read, One stroke at a time and the paint is spread. One chip at a time and the statue is unveiled, One step at a time and the mountain is scaled. One thing at a time and that done... Sign in to see full entry.