Tag: #dversepoetics

Blinding Light

Those momentswhen the mirror is clearare like chasing black crowswith my piercing eagle eyesgleaming with clarity. Tomorrow’s news will comebut the longer I live, our futurebecomes less, for there isa torrent of chaotic madness When a true path forward becomes lostall bright dreams of… Continue Reading “Blinding Light”

The Brine of Summertime

Life is a thump ripe melon, so sweet and such a mess.- Greg Brown There’s nothing sweeter than tuscan cantaloupe in late summer’s bloom while a fiery setting sun illuminates a retreating turquoise sky We sip on bold red wine, tasting fruit burstingwith sticky juices, blending… Continue Reading “The Brine of Summertime”

Rare Gift From The Rain

Every cloud has a silver lining.- English Proverb Pushing up through water logged earth, Long emerald leaves bowing from The ponderous weight of heavy rain Tender shoots absorb precious water, Creating buds that soon will bloomFilling the weary water-starved gardenWith a delightful miraculous sightOf delicate painted pink beauties  As… Continue Reading “Rare Gift From The Rain”

Gone to Seed

“I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert.”  ― Pablo Neruda Hot dry winds and scorching sun beating hardy wildflowers downOnly stalwart dandelions and a few stray blooms survive in this searing summer heat~ And as another stormy season of… Continue Reading “Gone to Seed”

The Bookbinder

In my aging calloused hands I’ve held the words of many a restless dreamer from true historians to fantasy fairy tales to rebellious poets and mystery characters I’ve read the words of humble Buddha, and heraldic stories of epic proportions and traveled uncivilized countries through the eyes of adventurous explorers… Continue Reading “The Bookbinder”

Ambedo

I awaken to graphite skies and raintrickling down foggy window panesdripping from lacy yellow green leavesof the weeping mesquite tree Caught in this state of ambedo~ The beauty of solitude is profoundlife’s eggshell fragile mystery aboundswhen trying to grasp the tangiblenessAll that you find… Continue Reading “Ambedo”

Winding River

Days trickle into months and months into years For time is a winding river through each brief life And yesterday is but a wounded memoryOf moments trapped in ancient amber. But today red wine flows from the silver chaliceTo ruby stained lips longing to… Continue Reading “Winding River”

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