the wind blows through rooms
it chills whoever sits there
shadows on the walls
frozen in time forever
like my heart now that you’re gone
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
Finding Inspiration
Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
Erm, what am I doing with my life?
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
At Least Trying Too
A Journey of Spiritual Significance
Life in islamic point of view
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
Leonard Durso 
One of my Grandfathers was Frank, my Uncle was Frank, Jr., my cousin was Frank III, my first Father-In-Law was Frank, my first husband was Frank Jr., my oldest son is Frank III. Your “: for Frank” series keeps stirring up associations. 🙂
I had two Uncle Franks myself but this series isn’t for either one of them. Just a dear friend close to my heart named Frank.
Yes, I suspected so, but I can’t help these other Franks intruding in my thoughts. ….. Oh yes, and a step-father named Frank……
Forgive me. Your poetry is more poignant than my comments imply.
Reblogged this on Leonard Durso.
These poems are such a heart stirring tribute, very moved by them. Thank you for sharing and I am sorry that you lost your friend.
Thank you. He, like others who are gone, are still here as long as I put them in words.
Yes, that is so true Leonard. That’s what I do with my mother’s memories.