Tag: #dversepoetics

Time to Fly

“Never love a wild thing…If you let yourself love a wild thing, you’ll end up looking at the sky.”  ― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories Days of youth when nights never end a wild haired gypsy child-woman Silver earrings dangling gaudy… Continue Reading “Time to Fly”

This Flesh

” (There are) many stories which are not on paper, they are written in the bodies and minds of women.”- Amrita Pritam This flesh does not show the stories it holdssave for some visible scarsSome self-inflicted, while others carvedwith mental pain this complex life… Continue Reading “This Flesh”

Vivid Shades of Blue

“Goddamn but her mind was so exhausted with trying to hold the world together, tired of being the living glue for herself, as if she let go, great pieces of her life would shatter and fall off in mockery of the apocalypse.” ― Jim… Continue Reading “Vivid Shades of Blue”

Always

“…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you. Some people might find that strange. But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel… Continue Reading “Always”

Raven Dreams

Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon. -Remote Friends, Jim Harrison Darkness before dawn-Jackson stirs from his raven dreamsHis shake tells me it’s time to goI obey for even in the suburbs of the desert,small creatures get eaten by… Continue Reading “Raven Dreams”

Every Feather Falling

“In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.”  ― J.R.R. Tolkien Every feather falling from a stormy skyanother soul transformsinto a different life No longer… Continue Reading “Every Feather Falling”

Bittersweet Thoughts on a Morning Walk

“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”  ― Joanne Harris, Chocolat Through the open window driftsdeep melancholy notesAs an unseen cellist plays a familiar song‘Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah’And all at once I’m struckwith a heartspur so profoundas the scent… Continue Reading “Bittersweet Thoughts on a Morning Walk”

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