Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
There is an opus resounding within my heart A symphony of promise from many lives ago Do you hear the ancient melody as it starts to quiver and strum with our brilliant light?
When the body, buried and gone and all the oceans of tears cried questions asked, but never answered and the heartache at last subsides
February 18,1994 Chilling cold, a slate grey day. As we step from the hearse the rain, with an audible sigh of relief from the burgeoning sky, begins. People come forward, offer umbrellas. Nothing penetrates the mask I wear, not the rain, not the cold,… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Death”
Standing under burgeoning boughs Air thick with weight of morning rain I recall your murmurs and marvel how I still feel your soulful pain.
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