Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Clean clothes frolicking Boisterous winds tug the line Laundry room tidy Music of water Becoming chamomile tea Prelude to short break Longfe...

Redeemed, Not by His evil crown of thorns Not in His flesh, beaten stripped, torn Not in the ghastly sword, or the ha...

Monday morning smiles Sunday echoes in piled mugs And dirty dishes Monday morning sings In a harvest of laundry Waiting to be...

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ The sun has tread the corridor From dawn to twilight’s edge The shadows, crisp and silver-blue Recline on ...

On poetry: To hold back the poem Burning inside of me Is like forcing back rivers At the mouth of the sea On Strength: The greatest strength...

http://thewordwhisperer2.blogspot.com/2012/01/beautiful-gift-from-beautiful-friend.html Carrie Burtt's story at Hope Whispers caused me ...

It’s happening; you’re leaving me Time sheds its guarded subtlety It fills the timbre of your voice I must concede; I have no choice Y...

Where would I be? My fumbling thought Seeks to express My love, oh God Nothing of worth Have I to bring To show my love For you, my King Upo...