Tag: Poem

Dying Slowly

If I’d been the thief on the cross Dying next to Jesus last Friday Today I’d be in His paradise Instead of hanging here still Dying a little each day __________________________ Decided to share this melancholy poem as a postcard to the other side for...

Quadrille Cheating

Drizzling icing on a cake seems a bit like cheating but saves the frustration of frosting pulling up bits of cake top as the spatula slides along layer to layer ___________________ I cheated. For this to be a Quadrille, you must count these words, too.