Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
She fought the gorgeous storm with all her delicate strength Spent and tired, at last she fell giving in to the mighty wind.
Empty spaces between these blackest of words where thoughts never spoken go unheard as they fall into the vast abyss of our souls.
As I watch graceful dandelion seeds today dancing through the sweet air, happy and gay like music notes bouncing in turquoise sky I hear a haunting song as they begin to play.
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.
A clear, blue sky early morning but as we were on our way we murdered a mourning dove today. Two flew into the air, one swerved, we missed but the other slammed into our window. A vision of feathers flying askew as an aqueous… Continue Reading “Black & Blue & Grey”
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