Tag: death

Angels on a Misty Shore

She walks with angels on a misty shore.The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it.As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting.At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking the silence.Its powerful…

And I Fell

He captivated me with his voice singing clear and strong, While his fingers strummed a melody on the beat up guitar One look into the crystal calm of bluest ocean eyes, And I fell… And I fell…And I fell… Although the time we loved…

Music in D(eath) for Lost Souls

He plays the music calling lost souls who wander from life to lifeThese pitiful beings who can never seem to get living quite right They return to earth over and over, to learn what they didn’t beforeTraveling the treacherous seven seas, searching every windswept…

Autumn Memories

Autumn always brings memories of you. I see your eyes in the bright turquoise sky, and I hear your cadence in the birdsong outside my window. I watched a video of you singing, and I wondered, why did you silence your voice? Did you…

Grey

Heartbroken, she now forever resigned For alas her sorrow had come to stay No bells were tolling, no telling signs No hooting owl on that bitter cold day, When a fragile heart stopped and the world went grey She walks at night praying to…

In This House

In this house, in these rooms, there’s so much of you   A wooden bottle you once honed, with a note inside for me

Haibun: February Rain

On the night it happened, we were living apart; he in the home we once shared and I in a little bungalow not far away. Separated after almost 7 years of marriage. For ten months, he begged me to come home and I refused….

Fragile Sight

Rhapsody in blue, soft muted gloaming a welcomed respite before early night when forever souls wander, roaming

Blood and Memories

Once youthful and fresh with vibrant petals scented Now dried and withered, fragile, faded, wrinkled, brittle.

Penance

The tick, tick, ticking clock resounds off the walls of the tiny room, reminding her each second she is alone. It’s always the same, she awakens, moves to the window and sits. Waiting.

Slipping

The scent of earth after a gentle rain Memories washed in shades of autumn’s gold Tempers the black grief, relieves the harsh pain Seasons changing leaves once brilliant yet cold

Drifting Time

Time, so precious here and now in the winter of my life as I ponder what I’ve done and what I’ll leave behind

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