It is of death you see as the leaves drift on an October's evening. Crisp colors slowly dying turning brown. . . dead once vibrant with mosaic hues. Just liked the world dying fires burn, oceans drown. in the trash of human greed. Greed for the green icon bathed in crimson red of tarnished golden brick roads. Let not the world die for the lack of lack luster understanding there are no sequels to our home. Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on two other books at the present time. One is entitled "The Angel and the Witches and the other is "Once Upon A Halloween" View more posts
