Tag: #dversepoetics

The opportunists

This is the wandering place I sit contemplating life listening to raucous lovebirds quarreling over seed chartreuse feathers gleaming with their blush peach cheeks feeding tiny young discovering newfound wings while here and there goldfinches jump into the fray Gila woodpeckers come to pound on this aging mesquite searching… Continue Reading “The opportunists”

Oh That I Could Fly

A fleeting flash of stark gray and white a pompous cocking of feathered tail as his melody dances on air The forest is in awe of his vast repertoirefor the mockingbird can sing almost anythingas he remembers each note any bird croons Flitting from limb to… Continue Reading “Oh That I Could Fly”

What Comes Around

“Because you have been blessed with the gift of life, it is your duty to help others. We are all responsible for one another.”  ― Kamand Kojouri What lies before us can be foundin the sins of our tainted past.Our fate in hard stone has… Continue Reading “What Comes Around”

Down the Rabbit Hole

Days colored grey in doubtA fading in and out of lightTrapped in an ocean of tearsAm I still breathing or goneIn this warped space- timeRestless endless nights tossing aboutTangled in darkness of damp sheetsReeking with the sweat of denialThen the resounding ringing callThe room… Continue Reading “Down the Rabbit Hole”

A LONG TIME COMIN’

And jack boot rain bore down in brutal disgrace And the people cried out in anguish for justice, for release And the demons of grief filled the once empty streetsAs frustration stormed and raged in the face of bitter hateIt’s been a long time… Continue Reading “A LONG TIME COMIN’”

Deep in the Heart of Paris

“He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.”  ― Victor Hugo I’ll never forget our tiny bedroom Deep in the heart of ParisA cloud bed filled with pillows of down… Continue Reading “Deep in the Heart of Paris”

On Wings of Broken Spirits

“People don’t believe me when I tell them I’m a magician who makes portals to other worlds. So I tell them I’m a writer instead.”  ― Genesis Quihuis I never knew portals had wings of broken spirits From which lessons of life would abound What… Continue Reading “On Wings of Broken Spirits”

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