The Present Storm

By Scott Bailey © 2018 The boat rolled Pitched and yawed In the roar of the storm Rage without form Pain without end No captain to tend The tiller The sailor clung To his sanity Like life In response to my daily prompt Pitch #DailyPrompt, #amwriting, #postaday


By Scott Bailey © 2014 Everyday Everyday The wistful mist Rolls on its way Following The winding trail Along the twisting Shallow vale Rolling down From dew green hills Pausing by Abandoned mills Sinking slowly To the sea Dissipating Energy Underlining Morning green Making bursting Life serene Until it rises Into the air Joining with … Continue reading Vales