Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Plundering and pillaging is not the normFor you’re a modern day VikingAnd you’d never bring any harmOr leave your maiden crying. So here’s a gift for you, My Big Viking,Something old yet newI hope it’s to your likingFor it’s a different kind of tool.… Continue Reading “What to Give a Viking”
Listen to your heart for it is wiseForget the brain, for the brain, built to surviveIs willing to sacrifice all~ even love~ to live But the heart, the tender heart designed to give Love, for love is the energy thrivingWhen the breathing slows and… Continue Reading “A World of Love”
A cold shaft of pearl moonlight Breaking through the barren trees A glowing orb bouncing, weaving Come! Sweet fairies dance in winter leaves Sway with your lover dragonflies With wings raised high Waltz the starry night away As jeweled butterflies in your hair shine… Continue Reading “A Glowing Orb”
Heartbeats pounding, echoing in my eartha-bump, tha-bump, tha-bump, pause, pause, pause —tha-tha-tha bump, tha-tha-bump, tha-bump ——–Mouth fills with the metallic taste of fearArms heavy, heavy, heavy, legs trembling, buckling head aching, blurry vision, mind wanderingdown dark alleys to somewhere, anywhere to escape the soundDeep… Continue Reading “Episodic Memory”
The brilliant sun was showing signs of setting when Leona eased into her rocking chair. Her bones groaned and creaked; much like the chair who has been her only companion for many years. From the porch, she can see all the way to the… Continue Reading “Alone”
Oh winds of change why must you blowand come roaring in like a hurricaneblowing my comfortable life to and froleft in your wake, everything’s changed And yet, the unknown is always thereor so say the stoics of centuries pastfor comfort is but an illusion… Continue Reading “Oh Winds Of Change”
“I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.”― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights In these dreams, I write in colors I’ve… Continue Reading “Breathless”
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