Category: Poetry

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”

In-Between Moments of Love

“I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”  ― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair Scent of white jasmine on a moonlit nightin-between moments of love A nightingale singing in blue twilightin-between moments of love Cicadas calling… Continue Reading “In-Between Moments of Love”

Gone to Seed

“I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert.”  ― Pablo Neruda Hot dry winds and scorching sun beating hardy wildflowers downOnly stalwart dandelions and a few stray blooms survive in this searing summer heat~ And as another stormy season of… Continue Reading “Gone to Seed”

Lyin’, Dyin’, and Cryin’

This old beer joint is rockin’and the jukebox keeps playin’as we dance to favorite songskickin’ up sawdust and shufflin’scuffed boots all night longso we throw open wide the doorswhile country crooners mournabout a love that’s gone wrong Author’s Note: It’s our 10th anniversary at… Continue Reading “Lyin’, Dyin’, and Cryin’”

Safest Haven

With every gust of windbutterfly changes itsplace on the willow. -Matsuo Bashō (1644 – 1694) Lightning brightens a fiery crimson sky withrolling black thunder shaking everyleafy tree with fury as a wayward gustblows tinder dried leaves in a swirl ofdusty biting air as a rampant… Continue Reading “Safest Haven”

#Haibun: Death of a Rose

It’s been a troublesome summer; not only for my garden but for myself as well. Last month, I had a hysterectomy which proved to be the most painful surgery I have ever endured. And to make matters worse, I have been unable to tend… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Death of a Rose”

Pain

Pain does this to a body-pushes you to the brink surrounds you in deceptive arms making you believe that it always was and always will be here washing you up on a rusty shore anchored by the weight of its magnitude and there you sit, buried in quicksand thoughts and shifting… Continue Reading “Pain”

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