Words are Strange: New

A weekly poem from T.R. Stone.


Theo, Marketing and Photography

On my mind

All the time

Like a clock

Doesn’t stop


Two words

Both four letters

One old

Another new


The old brings rain

Shame and anger

It’s all I’ve known 

For 16 years straight


The new brings sun

Joy and relief

The words are names

And the new one is me