Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“To die is landing on some distant shore.”- John Dryden Ebbing and flowing restless tides of my mind seeking clarity without disparity As I wander these soft sandy shores I ponder what happens after we take our last ragged breath, is there more? The… Continue Reading “The Ebb and Flow of Life”
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” Oscar Wilde And the Thunder moon whispered to me I miss your soft lips and adoring eyes… Continue Reading “Conversation with the Moon”
“Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets, but humbler folk may circumvent this restriction if they know how. To plant a pine, for example, one need be neither god nor poet; one need only own a shovel.” ― Aldo Leopold Did you… Continue Reading “Without a Prayer”
“Between a dream and reality sings the true passion of my soul.” Author’s Note: This is my first try at an American Sentence, which is comprised of 17 syllables and is a complete sentence. The Sunday Muse: Wednesday Muse: American Sentence
Whispering shallowsentice me to shed my clothessearing summer heatslipping into cool watersbrush of your hand on my skin Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Tanka Splendor Summer Heat
All that remains is the sweet perfume of roseBefore delicate pink petals withered and fellUpon my barren heart the blossom imposedAn attar of remembrance cloaked in your smell Before delicate pink petals withered and fellThe scent was a delightful enchantment to meNow in its… Continue Reading “All That Remains”
Blue twilight drifting in on evening breeze welcoming day’s end lush scent of greenery surrounds the welcoming porch a place to pause, a chair to rest gather the day’s worries, toss them to the wind, sip a glass of red wine and dream. Colleen’s… Continue Reading “Blue Twilight”
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