Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Waning moon in blue morning sky it seems like a short while yesterday when you were lush and full one night but with each day you are fading away.
In my broken dreams you come, whispering my name with your face shrouded in mystery, I know not whence you came. A spectral apparition who arrives only on jet black nights taking my soul above and beyond as I give in without a… Continue Reading “Inamorato”
Come with me said she to he let’s shed our clothes, get wild, dance free I want to feel warm rain upon my bare skin no one will ever know, it’s between you and me.
A pall of melancholy hangs in the air for Spring’s quick death came all too soon with the birth of the sun’s fervid glare and the waning of the lush pink moon.
It is warm and breezy on my afternoon walk. The wind blows my hair off my neck where my sweat is collecting. I hear the tap,tap,tap of a red-headed woodpecker high up in a palm tree, determined to find a tasty insect. Mockingbirds flit… Continue Reading “Haibun: Spring’s Demise”
She stains his blue heart with hers pouring forth in brilliant colors Kaleidoscoping her body’s life into him
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