The Giraffe Blog – Poems by Virgenal Owens

100+ hours a week. 
Because of need. 
I do this for my seed.
Bleed my life's ink into pages
Of fine-tuned clock shifts,
Blot the page.
This novel I tiredly scribble,
I hope my trees read.
Understand any terrible 
Grammar wasn't purposeful;
Typos were necessity for sanity.
Use the sheets as nourishment 
For the roots and shoots
You may likely take for granted,
Remember me,
And what I did,
And stand tall.



~Written by: Virgenal Owens