Down this dark
rabbit hole,
I willingly run.
Haunted by dreams
in colors,
of the muted sun.
Pondering my fate
visions dance,
till they’re done.
~Mark Schutter ©2015
The following poem was written after spending the entire day at the hospital watching ‘life’ occurring all around…
A little poem for day 6 of 451 Press Poets new beginnings writing challenge for January inspired by…
Each of us was given a unique voice for a purpose. When we do not speak out, we…
Life overwhelmed Tall trees snap without a sound On yesterday’s winds ~Mark Schutter ©2015
the house hangs in the air silent, the wind is now still broken memories scattered on the floor…
