I am really thunderstruck. You are quite a writer.


the forgotten
newborn star
the snow without its angels

the whisper undefined


that's so good it's scary. It gives me shivers and tears at the same time. And it has zen.

So quiet. The unmarked snow, and the unformed whisper made by, we might guess, a little bit of wind in the trees. The first night star overhead, that magical moment... yet no one looking. So formless. Beginnings. Possibilities. The birthplace of the world's magic. Soon to be marked by the angels of happily playing children.

Moment of silence. Deep breath.

Back to normal life.

You could consider submitting to real poetry journals. I don't think we live in the same country but I could get you some names of possible journals if you're interested (from a friend who is a much published poet).

Thanks!