Crappy Poetry

Echoes © 2000 Tanya Cropper The sound is faint, a  soft clicking noise, coming from far away. Sort of like the spike of a high heel tapping a long a stone walk and yet it doesn't progress, it doesn't recede. The sound is a constant, echoing in my ears. I look for … [Read more...] about Echoes

Saline - a poem by Tanya A drop of moisture falls gently from the edge, soundlessly onto the softness below. Slowly it glides along the contours, leaving a part of itself behind. A trail glistening with life, that slowly fades and then is gone. A vague … [Read more...] about Saline