Tag: Elizabeth Jennings


“My body is a ghostNo one about but my intelligenceQuickening…” A bell rang for afternoon restShe snuggled, wriggling toes under the thin blanketThe weight of things to have to do left For others. Drip by intravenous drip, liquid momentsSlipping past, minutely marked in measuresOf… Continue Reading “Decision”

Enough said

There is much to be saidFor undramatic landscape, for pale skiesFor hills which do not overtire the eyesElizabeth Jennings ~ Much to be said Sunday Sayings: A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures