Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
And though her heart now gay life was once tragic when death’s pain had its way drowning life’s magic.
Image used with permission of the artist, Fay Collins She used to sway and dance on the water’s grassy shore where the waves ever lap singing their lulling chord.
I sit in the garden at dusk, watching the sky change from turquoise to amber red gold. The silhouettes of the trees are in stark contrast, midnight black against a vivid palette. I take a sip of bold red wine- it’s a cabernet kind… Continue Reading “Haibun: Twilight”
With paper and lead writing thoughts left unsaid broken loves, angel’s wings fractured hearts mystical beings.
Strolling along the River Seine amid shimmering puddles of rain soaked leaves marveling we are here in this city that never sleeps.
As the Dark Angel fell, banished from heaven the universe ripped and unzipped a hole through the cloudy night sky.
Her spring curls wound tight upon her coifed head she was the mistress of time and took him to her bed.
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