I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf.- Paul Dunbar The Paradox Poem Is not the velvet rose always seen As soft as a summer night’s breeze, Yet once dried their piercing thornsWith emerald leaves tattered and torn Become knives that cut all too… Continue Reading “Once Forsaken”
If you go I’ll be wonderingWhat might have been had you stayed,This lonely heart, thrown asunderFrom emptiness created My lips, missing your tender kissesMy skin, yearning for your caressMy eyes, blinded by glorious momentsGazing upon your handsome face dVerse Poets Pub: Going Going Gone… Continue Reading “If You Go”
blooming petunias-splashes of brilliant colorbright prelude to spring
winter wind whistlesleaves swirling in tornados-the clang of wind chimes Author’s Note: We’ve had a lot of chilling wind these last few days, but nothing like the weather some parts of the country are getting!
I am but a tiny seed Carried by unsettled wind Until I find a resting place In wayward stones and sand. Desert sand is my companion With a grainy texture so fineMaking it a perfect home For an African Daisy to grow. Every year… Continue Reading “Call Me Daisy”
I dreamed of blue horses coursing through my scarlet veins, Lighting a burning fire within, stoking glowing ember flames They raced across a vast field of fertile thoughts and dreams Blue horses with no names, for nothing was as it seemed. When they paused to rest in… Continue Reading “Indigo Herd”
Deep beneath rotting loam, spores await the right moment when rain and darkness comes to encourage growth blending to create spawn Tiny white threadlike bodies formmycelium in the first stagebefore the fungi emerge They push their way throughthe fertile medium, only to burst forthready for pluckingby long pale… Continue Reading “When Rain and Darkness Comes”