“A horse is an angel without wings.”
sitting a horse back
riding forth with wings unfurled
soaring in the clouds
~Mark Schutter ©2015
Our own places, where we sit side by side. A table and a desk, and yet two chairs…
There are demons inside who seek our demise.   Our thoughts… Our fears… Our doubts…   While the evil lurks…
Sometimes we need to get away To disappear and disconnect Into the wild and unfettered Away from the…
This was (is) poem #12 from the prompt, The Smell of New Possibilities, posted by 451 Press Poets….
