Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The eery xylograph spoke to her as it jumped from the weathered page depicting where the sky met earth for the world was believed flat in this age.
A mockingbird crooned his melody as I sat under a blooming Lilac tree I closed my eyes and soon drifted away lulled by soft buzzing of the honeybees.
I dreamed about a window that gave me the gift of sight each window pane a glimpse into a meaningful past life.
Fleshy green leaves wait, their patience tested here in the desert. Yearning for the soft patter of raindrops on leaves to beckon forth flowers.
His voice is worthless, echoes from afar I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry But sorry, with all it’s breadth and scars is not the meaningful word she longs to hear she wants LOVE reverberating in her ears for LOVE is the panacea to heal… Continue Reading “Voice of Caution”
Eyes as bright as the bluest of sky a laugh that lit up a dreary room No one saw the black darkness lurking in the shadows of that captivating smile but all the while you were fighting demons, no rest for your soul until… Continue Reading “Broken Dreams”
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