Biography
I really do hate these. Most of the time I never know what to say and how to say it. I like to write, there's that. I love to read, so that's a thing. Tattoos are brilliant, I have a few. I cook and bake, because it brings peace. I enjoy the night, it gives me quiet. I hope people enjoy my writing, I'm not sure why. Maybe I want others to be touched by what I see and say.
Samples
Music I feel the gentle fingers of his voice Slip through skin Parting the varying folds like water. Hands going to cradle my skull. The warmth of touch Vanishing all the wearies All the pains A touch that envelopes Everything falls away And I am left To linger Across waves of warm grain The sun dappling my flesh The breeze bracing me Bringing me to soar. Enveloped, The agonies of the day Grow departed In the presence Of my dearest remedy.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Blog entries by Sara Dombrosky
Sympathies for the Preacher (05/11/2017)
The Self (05/11/2017)
Limbs (25/10/2017)
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