Category: Poetry

Rare Gift From The Rain

Every cloud has a silver lining.- English Proverb Pushing up through water logged earth, Long emerald leaves bowing from The ponderous weight of heavy rain Tender shoots absorb precious water, Creating buds that soon will bloomFilling the weary water-starved gardenWith a delightful miraculous sightOf delicate painted pink beauties  As… Continue Reading “Rare Gift From The Rain”

Stream of Dreams

With heavy eyes drifting awayfloating on the stream of dreamswhere bright sunshine warms her wrinkled faceand life is buoyant and carefreeNo worries from the past as the present unfolds,a glimpse through bright eyes of youthbehind eyes of old dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille No. 132-… Continue Reading “Stream of Dreams”

Life Path: No.1

“Tonight started innocently enough. Most terrible things do, right?”  ― Suzanne Hayes, I’ll Be Seeing You Left to disintegrate and fade away, a reminder of her youthwhen innocence was torn asunder in one surreptitious actA swift path to dutiful adulthood way before her timeA child raising… Continue Reading “Life Path: No.1”

Nettie’s Downfall

Nettie lives in Bayou Sorrell on the edge of the Atchafalaya Basin. The house is nothing more than a shack put together with a rusted tin roof. In the early years before her daddy took to drinking, he added on a screened porch. Nettie… Continue Reading “Nettie’s Downfall”

Buck Moon

walking along my shadow beside me watching the moon- Sodo Yamaguchi (1642-1716) Dusk falls as I’m dreaming, walkingthrough my wild verdurous garden alongan unkempt path where lavender grows free, myfeet releasing its heavenly scent while my shadowambles along the leaf strewn ground besidethe grey… Continue Reading “Buck Moon”

In-Between Moments of Love

“I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”  ― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair Scent of white jasmine on a moonlit nightin-between moments of love A nightingale singing in blue twilightin-between moments of love Cicadas calling… Continue Reading “In-Between Moments of Love”

Gone to Seed

“I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert.”  ― Pablo Neruda Hot dry winds and scorching sun beating hardy wildflowers downOnly stalwart dandelions and a few stray blooms survive in this searing summer heat~ And as another stormy season of… Continue Reading “Gone to Seed”

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