Relic : Writing

If I don't buy you roses

If I don't buy you roses

A Poem by Relic


re-posted.
WRITERS CAFE HALL OF FAME

WRITERS CAFE HALL OF FAME

A Story by Relic


People come and go so the list is always changing in increments.
The wildflowers and you

The wildflowers and you

A Poem by Relic


Transferred from an old account.
A Poem for adoption

A Poem for adoption

A Poem by Relic


Are poems not like our children/babies?
While My Pencil Gently Weeps.

While My Pencil Gently Weeps.

A Poem by Relic


I'm a writer in a room with nothing to writewhile my muse slumbers softly in cryogenic flight.My vast acute insight has suddenly transformedinto slive..
The ghostly tune on February 3rd.

The ghostly tune on February 3rd.

A Poem by Relic


Each February 3rd, I'm haunted.Aware of the pending nightmare to come.There's a whistling breezeThen, the melody begins.Like a voice fleeting by,His s..
For a bird overheard

For a bird overheard

A Poem by Relic


Upon this path, where winter greetsa footpath walker's stride,a robin's voice affects me sofor what he has implied.He echoes language through the wood..
Drop by drop the muse

Drop by drop the muse

A Poem by Relic


a quick thought
I remember you.

I remember you.

A Poem by Relic


From what I remember--You were once as sweetas a warm summer windthat brushed my cheekunder plum trees.And with enough power--I'd have stood the world..