Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Plump red tomato you are sublime fresh off the sunlit emerald vine Quartered and dressed in sea salt and black pepper, Surrounding a pearly burrata filled with luscious creamy cheeseTopped with a scattering of sweet basil leavesfresh from the kitchen gardenA drizzle of chartreuse… Continue Reading “Delectable Burrata”
It’s Saturday morning, September 28, 2019. I have written and published a poem dedicated to my husband for our 23rd wedding anniversary. This anniversary is unusual because every year we go out of town to celebrate. The day has an air of uncertainty, as… Continue Reading “Haibun: The Encounter”
“The dragonfly exists because it exists and for no other reason.” ― Marty Rubin My love is the cool autumn breeze whistling through flame coppered leavescaressing your furrowed brow, and calming your worried heart My love is the blue dragonfly flitting in blush morning airmy… Continue Reading “My Love is the Blue Dragonfly…”
Autumn treads in wearing silk slippers made of emerald green and goldKing of all seasons this, as a rich tapestry unfolds in a wealth of brilliant jeweled colors sparkling in the sun on rolling hills. Majestic noble trees are now dressed in a lush… Continue Reading “Slippers of Green and Gold”
I am a cage in search of a birda bird with wings, a voice to singupon my gold perch it will swingthough this bird must be softly furred,Not feathered like the common herdbut fuzzy purple, fit for kingsaround it’s neck three magic ringsso it… Continue Reading “Cat Bird”
Watching you watching me what is it you see, could it be the sway of my voluptuous hips as my lacy nightie slips over my inviting thighs? I sense your desire I hear a ragged sigh slipping from your lips as your heart tripsfrom… Continue Reading “Watching You Watching Me”
“Everybody is waiting for cooler weather–and I am just waiting for you–. (Bob Dylan in a letter)” ― Suze Rotolo, A Freewheelin’ Time: Greenwich Village in the Sixties, Bob Dylan and Me After a while, waiting becomes easier to bear for when one knows not when or… Continue Reading “After a While”
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