Poetry & Art

Sunday Night Poem

Is it possible to touch the sunrise or catch the clouds in a bottle?

 Walk barefoot through a river and wash away the heaviness of the day.

 Sit in a ragtop and grab the summer breeze.

Drive to the edge of the state and eat greasy potatoes out of a brown paper bag.

Stop at a faraway diner and listen to life stories, where the hearts are caught in time.

Maybe write a letter that creates a line that intertwines.

Run into the night with no destination.

 Sit on a porch, eyes closed and never hold regret.

Is it possible to have life,

Completely perfect and content

Someplace where you never look back.


Sunday Night Poem









by Kristina Hopper

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of madness...

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