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!

  • Wind ‘N Hair

    Wind ‘N Hair

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Sitting on the passenger side Roof down And wind whipping my loose hair. I feel free And thrilled with adrenaline.…

  • Celebrate

    Celebrate

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells It is easy to lose sight With all the gifts, And singing, Sparkling lights, Hot chocolate, And cookies. I just…

  • Just Like the Movies

    Just Like the Movies

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Why do we look at life And think excitedly ‘Just like the movies!’ Why don’t we look at a movie…

  • More Than Us

    More Than Us

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Staring up at the expanse of stars and galaxies I can’t help but think – In all that there is,…

  • I Will Not Bow

    I Will Not Bow

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells I will aid, I will help, I will serve ’till the end, But these knees will not bend Nor touch…

  • A truth Subjective

    A truth Subjective

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells If there is no Truth And the only real kind of truth is subjective – no longer objective – Bias…

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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  • Poem and Image by Isabelle Sorrells It’s wide as an ocean With waves with sounds of the sea. It’s a border and a bridge. There…

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells What is seen by many but only comprehended by the learned Brings the joy of appreciation for beautiful creations. But…

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Withdrawal from good company is a heavy, desolate thing. Thankfully this hour of gloom doesn’t last forever. It may not…