David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic) > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Who truly knows what echoes are made of?

A sad, short commentary on humanity

It's just about time

It's of the changing of the Seasons

Morning to some is in the middle of the night

It's of Karma or Fate and the whims of the wind

An eternal question without an answer

The poverty of poetry

Perhaps a poem in progress. A difficult concept to wrap one's mind around.

It's as dull as my poetry