Wanderers, wondering

How many of us are lost poets 

Boarding planes 

Hopping on trains 

Roaming plains of memories and what-ifs 

Stepping back in a muck of regrets 

Diving into sharp depths 

Of what was and what could be 

Or should be...

How many of us are lost poets 

Forgetting to just live the journey? 

©L.A. Fraser

Writer's vow

I'm not meant for the camera, not meant for the stage. My place is in the black passionate ink that dresses the empty page ✒️➰〰

©L.A. Fraser 

The poet will always be trapped in a web of magic & romance, spinning & weaving dreams of what love should be. #micropoetry 

©L.A. Fraser