Creation

There are answers
In my weary palm
Yet...

I do not ask
The questions.......

The earth is born out of mist
man is born out of dust
animals appear on mountain
...

Our blinking blanket betwixt the shining stars amidst our planetary solar system with Jupiter and Mars ....

Poems come
And poems go
Worth ought or nought
It's hard to know

Writing...

Katina Woodruff Borgersen
Newark, Ohio

Bewildering ice-sickles reflecting, minus four...

Calloused hands
On rosewood flowers.

Long summer nights,
And a cricket’s song....

share the cave of a subconscious brain.
Where to another...
To know"
Can only mean...

Paying a particular precision to any piece of poetry, signifies perfectionism, scrupulousness with a very...

She started to knit a sock with a green ball of wool..knit one row, purl another.. unwinding from the...

Standing alone in a forest, far from home
I take in my seasonal surroundings, picking up a...

So with a stick and a boulder
An ocean and a tree
​​​​​​Raw strength and sand
​​​​​​...

Poetically poised I weave wonderment in my mind, words within sentences I adjust and align..with the world...

When I commence my creation I never ever know exactly just where my story will go.. of course I begin at...

Divine myriad biota amidst
heavenly Lily of the valley
(Convallaria majalis),
he didst...

Around each & every corner there is indeed another bend....a directional road for one’s uncertainty to...

A vivid imagination....full of fanciful insight betwixt magical illusions by a flickering candle light.......