Author Archives: Ron Pavellas
Picture, Word, Number
I arrive at a place of great beautyI wish to capture it, to keep itI draw a picture of this place I observe a sweet childI wish always to have her cherubic face to viewI photograph her I am transported … Continue reading
To Listen
To Listen, Not only with one’s earsBut with one’s whole being. The words one may hearAre not important. How are the words delivered?What imbues the utterer? But I’d rather listenTo children playing,To trees bending in a breezeTheir leaves rustling against … Continue reading