don’t rush the sun in setting {original poem + linocut stamp}

Don’t rush the sun in setting, Don’t join it at the end, But watch it creep across the sky, In whispers of the wind. Don’t ask to see it hurry, Don’t tell it ‘hasten now,’ But enjoy the quiet stillness, As it greets the old oak’s bough. Watch it bow and curtesy,To its weathered friend,Who… Continue reading don’t rush the sun in setting {original poem + linocut stamp}

We Found Inspiration in the Weirdest Places {a villanelle}

Inspiration incarnates itself in a variety of mediums to a willing artist. It sometimes is grand and bold, but other times inspiration can be a quiet quirk, a small snippet of conversation, or a picture of the inward workings of a typewriter. I was originally planning to simply share a poem today for the reason… Continue reading We Found Inspiration in the Weirdest Places {a villanelle}

Two Poems

Heyoo friends, this week has been quite a bit busy as it's week of mock trial state competition, so I decided to share these two poems I've written recently, instead of skipping out of posting all together. I hope they make you smile and maybe stop to notice the sunset tonight. Until next week! (:… Continue reading Two Poems

I miss your smile {poetry}

I miss your smile but at leastI see your nose crinkle your eyes upand your freckles creasedas I know you radiate like the sun beneath.Like a sunrise sending colors spiraling to the heavens,even when the sun is hidden, just out of sight.Red roses fall, and the pink flush is warming.I miss your smile but know… Continue reading I miss your smile {poetry}

Poetry Journal Tour | ft. messy handwriting, pictures, and poems I sort of wrote

This year my homeschool co-op's junior class includes a seminar on writing poetry. I've been adoring this one, though it's hard to fit in poetry after working on chemistry and algebra and debate for hours each day. At the beginning of the year we were told to bring two things to class: the book we're… Continue reading Poetry Journal Tour | ft. messy handwriting, pictures, and poems I sort of wrote