Tigers


What are we now but voices
who promise each other,
a life neither one can deliver,
...not for lack of wanting,
but wanting can't make it so.
We hang from a vine at the cliff's edge,
there are tigers above and below...
Let us love one another...
and then let go.--Tigers by Eliza Grisworld

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Why AnneThology?

Anthology means a collection of poems, short stories, plays, songs, or excerpts. My name is Anne, and this blog contains a collection of my thoughts, musings and writings (poems, short stories), some songs I like, plus a sprinkling of excerpts I find worth sharing --hence, AnneThology.

Did you know?

Anthology derives from the Greek word ἀνθολογία (anthologia; literally “flower-gathering”) for garland — or bouquet of flowers — which was the title of the earliest surviving anthology, assembled by Meleager of Gadara.

Look, what I have -- these are all for you.