The right direction,
that guitar.
The only way to remember
the fire, the tiptoes, the dark,
the rush and the lap of the lake
is to find the right chords since
last summer was a love song.
JACKIE LEA SOMMERS
Author & Advocate
The right direction,
that guitar.
The only way to remember
the fire, the tiptoes, the dark,
the rush and the lap of the lake
is to find the right chords since
last summer was a love song.
You are very good at connecting your pics to your poems. Is your writing inspired by the photos or do your words lead you to the images?
Most of the time the poem comes first … but in this case, the picture did! (The poem called Royalty was also inspired first by the photo.)