Poetry and Beauty for Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I long for shades of green The brown of summer has brought me down Only winter waters the grass. All other forms are artificial. The green of Ireland comes through wet rain upon rain. Where is the sun? Brown and sun Or green and rain Those are the choices. march comes in like a LION It roars with... Sign in to see full entry.

I hear you speaking but I don't understand You say that you love me but leave me all alone. I hear you speaking but I don't understand You say that you need me but never call when you have a problem. I hear you speaking but I don't understand You say that I am special but spent all of your money on... Sign in to see full entry.