Category: Poetry

The In-Between

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For 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 Catching glimpses of the In-Between slipping through sliding doors of… Continue Reading “The In-Between”

Inquisitive Eyes

Soaring in a cerulean cloudless morning sky a festive flock of bright whimsical jewelswith turquoise tail feathers and peach-fuzz masks such a dazzling sight sublime to the inquisitive eyes of my temptress museso I must pick up my slender pen and upon the stark… Continue Reading “Inquisitive Eyes”

Late Afternoon in the Garden

By late afternoon the air is cooling, so we take our wine to the garden to enjoy the shade of the velvet Mesquite. The sentinel of our backyard, it stands over 30 feet high. This is the time it begins to bloom with dense… Continue Reading “Late Afternoon in the Garden”

Promote Yourself Monday April 29, 2019

Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below. If you post…

Sailing on a Summer Day

Surrounded by the scent of fresh white cotton sheets drying in scorching summer sun weaving in and out of them, a sweet young child having fun chasing dancing sunlight racing on the baked ground She has not a care in the world with her… Continue Reading “Sailing on a Summer Day”

Dying in Sunshine

Two blush pink poppies in a sea of vibrant strangers-Pale papery petals fading, dying in morning sun Author’s Note: Over at the Garden today, Toni is hosting and has asked us to Write a two line poem in which you convey some startling image,… Continue Reading “Dying in Sunshine”

Raking the Zen

“When you realize nothing is lacking, the whole world belongs to you.” Lao Tzu  Raking the lines in the zen flowing with soft grains of sandthoughts come in and go tides of turquoise oceanebbing and flowing as a cool morning zephyrstirs tubular chimes into… Continue Reading “Raking the Zen”