Tag: #dversepoetics

A Heavenly Place

This is not a garden bench It’s an inspiring art project built with our handsusing your skill and our vivid imaginationsmade of aging corbels rescued from an old house It’s doors with glass and painted antique knobsleading to hidden realms if we say magical… Continue Reading “A Heavenly Place”

The Death of a Rose

“Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress?”- Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions As dying fragrant petals drift to blackened terra, earthworms seeking fresh air, drink in their sweet perfumeand taste of life’s fading essence in dusty pink huesas they… Continue Reading “The Death of a Rose”

Queen of Shadows

“Pulvis et umbra sumus. (We are but dust and shadow.)”  ― Horace, The Odes of Horace In a dark glen of an ancient forestthere lives a wicked old cronewho feasts upon tender humansthat through fate, happen by all alone Her name is Queen of Shadowsfor to… Continue Reading “Queen of Shadows”

To Be Small

“Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace” – (Dogen) To be small among towering treesTo saunter through umber rustling leavesHere is where my soul comes alive, thrivesWhen wind comes singing over hillsides Sunset paints sky with an artist’s handEvening ambles in, drapes across… Continue Reading “To Be Small”

They Say Only the South Wind Flattens Grass

Watching a noisy flock of geese while they gaggle to one another, pondering what they sayand why they travel far and wide, only to spend the winter days basking in thewarmth of sparkling sunshine in deep south, with feathers ruffling and dancing in the cool windtheir foraging… Continue Reading “They Say Only the South Wind Flattens Grass”

Into Limpid Pools of Tranquility

“The greatest fear in the world is of the opinions of others. And the moment you are unafraid of the crowd you are no longer a sheep, you become a lion. A great roar arises in your heart, the roar of freedom.”  ― Osho, Courage: The… Continue Reading “Into Limpid Pools of Tranquility”

Early Morning in the Garden

This morning as a bright autumn sun peeks through meandering smoky clouds I ramble through my ancient garden, delighting in the budding rosesfinally recovering from desert heat I search for lime green praying mantiswho are abundant this time of yearI watch them spread their razored armsin prayer… Continue Reading “Early Morning in the Garden”

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