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Theory of Love
Where is love today?Withering awayPassionHolding hearts at bayEmotions blur, greyAshenIntimacy swaysWhen one is betrayed Commitment decaysSouls become dismayedCrashingBurning in the frayNothing left but prayPassionWithering awayWhere is love today? dVerse Poetics: Theories of Everything and Anything
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Earth-bound
I dare not question why blackbirds can rise upinto an iridescent turquoise skysoaring high above our mortal heads. Birds have brilliant wings and sing, while earth-bound you and I with lead feet heavy on solid ground can only talk, walk and run. dVerse Poet… Continue Reading “Earth-bound”
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The In-Between
“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. “-Oscar Wilde Catching glimpses of the In-Between slipping through sliding doors of… Continue Reading “The In-Between”
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Late Afternoon in the Garden
By late afternoon the air is cooling, so we take our wine to the garden to enjoy the shade of the velvet Mesquite. The sentinel of our backyard, it stands over 30 feet high. This is the time it begins to bloom with dense… Continue Reading “Late Afternoon in the Garden”
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Slipping Into Darkness
“Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.” ― William Shakespeare, Richard III Rose on thorny stempoisoned gift from himThe Cad!Wretched soul is heI beg, let me bestruck sadWithin my dark roomcold and eery tombquite mad Yet the fragrance staysfor days after daysdrippingInto the black nightsmorning comes in… Continue Reading “Slipping Into Darkness”
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Searching for the Dead
Heaven-circling vultures searching for the dead kettling high in the gall-grayed evening skygrave-groping carrions with a keen sense of smell. They care not for the bell-voiced wood thrush crooning in the arms of an ancient oak; rather they hear the moon-blown wailing of the… Continue Reading “Searching for the Dead”
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Come to the River
Come to the flowing river, she said I’ll show you the luminous pearl moon while you feast your eyes on twinkling stars, the warm lapping water will kiss my pink toesas my heart drums love’s melody on my pulsing throat –And here in blue… Continue Reading “Come to the River”
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