Emily Dickinson Poetry - Made Art - by Pondell
Earth is Heaven
This poem does not say “there is no Heaven” it is saying quite the opposite, “That Earth is Heaven.” I transformed an icon my parents brought back from Italy to...
Earth is Heaven
This poem does not say “there is no Heaven” it is saying quite the opposite, “That Earth is Heaven.” I transformed an icon my parents brought back from Italy to...
Image and Description for “My Soul”
Corinne Pondell · My Soul My Soul – accused Me – And I quailed – As Tongues of Diamond had reviled All Else accused Me – and I smiled –...
Image and Description for “My Soul”
Corinne Pondell · My Soul My Soul – accused Me – And I quailed – As Tongues of Diamond had reviled All Else accused Me – and I smiled –...
Can good things come from Bad
This poem is addressing the fact that good things can come from bad things or situations. This poem is saying from hard work comes the great satisfaction of putting up...
Can good things come from Bad
This poem is addressing the fact that good things can come from bad things or situations. This poem is saying from hard work comes the great satisfaction of putting up...
Day Dreaming
From the very start of having to, “sit and listen” in classes, I developed a strong talent for appearing like I was listening, while my brain was somewhere else completely
Day Dreaming
From the very start of having to, “sit and listen” in classes, I developed a strong talent for appearing like I was listening, while my brain was somewhere else completely
Snow Flakes by Emily Dickinson
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly I did...
Snow Flakes by Emily Dickinson
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly I did...
A Summer poem in the middle of Winter
The Last of Summer is Delight - Deterred by Retrospect. Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review - Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it - nameless as it is - Without celestial Mail...
A Summer poem in the middle of Winter
The Last of Summer is Delight - Deterred by Retrospect. Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review - Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it - nameless as it is - Without celestial Mail...