John Schol

There are two separate pieces here, but I feel that they relate nicely. The human body, Beautiful by design, Form and line,

By John Schol6 years ago in Poets

I looked for you, But you were gone. In a desperate search, Maybe seeking closure, Or the nearly forgotten feelings, That still smolder,

By John Schol6 years ago in Poets

Waking from a fever dream, Or maybe still sleeping, Moving out into the stream water up the ankles creeping. Across the creek lies a building.

By John Schol6 years ago in Poets

Walked in the woods today, Across the road, Behind the church, Looking for something, Looking for nothing. Maybe just fresh air,

By John Schol6 years ago in Poets

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