Poetry from Steven Jarrell Williams


Wind whispering

Sparrows chirping

Cloudless sky


Histories of havoc

We have caused.


They keep moving

Place to place


And we that stay in place

Are the same

Wandering in our minds

For that answering dream.

A Few Words

A few words

Can tell

On us

What we were

What we are now

Wishing for silence

And a large eraser.


Stephen Jarrell Williams writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.  He has been published in I am not a silent poet, Mad Swirl, and others.

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