Category: Poetry

haunting Echo

“glass will cut you every day, and sometimes you will crawl through hell to feel the sun.” ― Ben Ditmars Indigo twilight slides in with stealthy whispers While waning candlelight flames tremble and waver The jade bottle is empty and the crystal glass heavy Closing ocean wave eyes,… Continue Reading “haunting Echo”

Transcendence

“How does the ordinary person come to the transcendent? For a start, I would say, study poetry. Learn how to read a poem. You need not have the experience to get the message, or at least some indication of the message. It may come… Continue Reading “Transcendence”

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”