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!

  • Reaching

    Reaching

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Soft and beautiful hands Attached to arms Clothed in fine linens and wool Reach out from the dark. They seem…

  • To Think or Not to Think

    To Think or Not to Think

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells I do not understand The reluctance And resistance to Putting one’s brain to work. Exercising the ability To Think. Do…

  • The Ride of Romance

    The Ride of Romance

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells The Ferris wheel she did not go. As a ride of romance it was and romance she did not have.…

  • Hold

    Hold

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells In his arms she knew And in her arms he knew Almost as if it was a law of life…

  • Staircase

    Staircase

    Poem by Isabelle Sorrells Steps Leading up Leading down Endless in their continuation, Allowing the wanderer To connect sky with ground Spaces Above to Spaces…

  • Disruption of Symmetry

    Disruption of Symmetry

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells He runs through and in between Castles of glass and concrete The fading daylight Casting golden hues Against the towers…

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 We drag these things from our past into our future, Denying, or maybe not realizing, Some of those things were…

  • Poem and Image by Isabelle Sorrells Let’s spend a moment together. Will you exist with me? It doesn’t matter who we are with each other…

  • Photo and poem by Isabelle Sorrells Salty sweat dripping down necks And sticky lemon flavor dripping down hands. Splashes of water and laughter, The hungry…