Corridors of Green
corridors of green through a forest of pines each tree seldom seen ~Mark Schutter ©2015 This is the…
corridors of green through a forest of pines each tree seldom seen ~Mark Schutter ©2015 This is the…
I disappear into the wild, as it calls my name. Wandering, through days. Exploring, a life fulfilled. ~Mark…
Bathed in bright sunlight I’m standing silent Surrounded by the darkness Of my every thought That erupts from…
There are days… The skies crack open, to reveal a faint path to heaven. Or… The earth belches…
Into the dark shadows, into the mist we must go. What awaits if we dare, what awaits us…
swirling through the forever blue leaden wings won’t do earth bound to a muddled view ~Mark Schutter ©2015
They buried me deep to prohibit the evil from returning. Long held superstitious beliefs still ruled the minds…
How do you love? Is love a feeling? Is love a thought? Love is a weapon Love is…
35 years ago on May 18, 1980, Mount St. Helen’s in Washington State erupted repeatedly, sending turbulent slurries…
Below I am sharing another poem from my recent challenge to my writing group to write a poem…