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!

  • The Upside Down House

    The Upside Down House

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Inside the strange uneven house Tourists come and go To witness the upset gravity Held inside this place outside of…

  • Story People

    Story People

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells As my heart Sings and Shouts to me For the next path un-walked, The next beauty to behold, I find…

  • Best Words

    Best Words

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Sometimes The best pieces We will ever write – The best compilation of words to be had – Are too…

  • Language of Trees

    Language of Trees

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Against the breath of God Strong limbs are blown and broken, Wooden bodies bow. Tree tops sway Precariously high above…

  • Fragile Things

    Fragile Things

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Where shall they go? These fragile things Laden in my palms Sharp and thin – Forever a delicate matter.

  • Shadow

    Shadow

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells This dark form Silhouetted void Follows me when the sun is high And casts my likeness against the ground. Some…

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 Our predecessors went through so much, Failed many times So they could achieve the freedoms of humanity, All for their…

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells I place a thought Hastily scribbled On my wall. My display of ingredients To be kneaded and churned Into the…

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Our Creator knew me and knew you long before anyone else did. Knowledge of something proves existence of it –…