Tag: D’Verse Poets Pub

Writing in the Dark

“While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.”–  Pablo Neruda In the darkest hours when loneliness calls my name stormy tears threatening with thunder and lightning pain and I refuse to see the torrential rain. Instead, I pen sun… Continue Reading “Writing in the Dark”

Heart in a Box

Why, my lady art thou blue are barren lips longing for stolen kisses?

Middle Watch

And in the middle watch hours, Loneliness cries out your name as I reach for the cold pillow where your head once lay.

The Last Breath

Each time I see a lovebird whose breath is coming to an end, I ponder what the meaning is of a life lived for them.

Rigor Mortis

“If we don’t know life, how can we know death?” Confucius We all must die this I know, but the puzzle that remains is why some go before growing old, snatched from life before their time.

Evening in Paris

My grandmother’s bedroom was my favorite room in her house. She was without a doubt the most famous person I’ve ever known. She was once a blues singer in Vaudeville, a graceful swan now retired to the country. She had an old-fashioned vanity dresser… Continue Reading “Evening in Paris”

If I Should

If I should pass by you on a warm summer’s eve when azure sky is a canvas, awash in soft hues would your eyes shimmer with tears, would you know it’s me?