Words Worth While

An archive of my works and writings

Words Worth settling into

Brew some tea and settle in to my personal library! From photography for the beholder, essays for the cerebral, poems for the dramatist, and stories for the average Walter Mitty. If you are any of these or something in between, this is the place for you!

  • Monsters Of Ours

    Monsters Of Ours

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells There are monsters between you and I. They creep up from the days of our beginning And taunt us in…

  • I Thank God

    I Thank God

    A poem and prayer by Isabelle Sorrells I thank God. I thank Him for the opportunities to grow, to love, To learn and to live.…

  • Social Creatures

    Social Creatures

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells From alone to not, This is a bigger step than we admit. But once one is over the bridge There…

  • Traditions

    Traditions

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Our ways of celebration have come and gone We have left them behind in a period we no longer belong.…

  • The Original Adventure

    The Original Adventure

    An essay and photograph by Isabelle Sorrells Adventure is much closer than we think. Where can we find it? In culture. Through the cultures of…

  • Learning To Love

    Learning To Love

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells He must learn to love you And relearn tomorrow – to love you. Not as who he wants you to…

About Me

Howdy! My name is Isabelle Sorrells. I started this little library in 2021 to share my creations with the world. I may have created these things because I enjoy them, but they last so much longer and matter just a little bit more if others can enjoy them too.

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  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells She talked about the ology of thes And he liked to talk about the beauty of trees. He didn’t like…

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Pirouette and plie and twirls in the air All landed on grinding and shifting stone. The wind blew To ruffle…

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Her lips were lined with rouge. Daily she was adorned If not to show off her joy, To sign her…