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 Free Life

    The Free Life

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells It is a wonderful thing When you make that choice, That change in lifestyle. You are granted a beautiful freedom…

  • Blue Is…

    Blue Is…

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells The letter B, The sky, Forget-me-nots, The ocean, Sadness, Your mother’s china, Cobalt, And a firetruck in Texas? With white?…

  • Birthdays

    Birthdays

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells They are a celebration of many things; Of how many years we have survived on this earth, Or, more darkly…

  • Bubbles

    Bubbles

    Poem and Image by Isabelle Sorrells The berth of my death Is warm And cerulean With light cast down into its depths in beams. It…

  • Sun-lit

    Sun-lit

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells When the sun hits those eyes of yours, Everything I am doing, Everything I am thinking Stops. I am caught…

  • Bubbling Laughter

    Bubbling Laughter

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Everything tinted blue Suspended in a liquid anti-gravity. Limited air, Pressure of the silence ambient. You float above me And…

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 Through my dreams I know That in reality I could not live without you.

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Laying there in the tall grass, The stream at their feet flowing along the rocks, So close their shoulders touch,…

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Dangling there For so long On so frail a string, She doesn’t know if she wants to try to climb…