Tag: #dversepoetics

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”

The Love a Dog Leaves

We are still here flesh and blood and bone Yet he is gonedrifting away in melancholy grey smoke memoriesOf more vivid days Sometimes, we hear his demanding bark or the tap, tap ,tap of his pawswhispering on the cold tile floorhis restless soul must be wanderingback and forth over the rainbow bridgemaking… Continue Reading “The Love a Dog Leaves”

An Irrefutable Truth of Tranquility

Though the landscape is cloudycolossal trees illuminate the pasta lifetime forgotten in rosy brown huesof roughened bark and spiraled rings in wood. And so you seek sweet tranquilityfrom yesterday for now you can seeancient history proves this- seek and you will findthough questions aren’t… Continue Reading “An Irrefutable Truth of Tranquility”

A Life Well Lived

I remember the faded sky colorof washed-soft chambrayas if it were only yesterdayand though it was only an old shirt,laundered and spun dry too many timescollar and cuffs frayed, threadbare at the seamsweathered and time worn, it still had a placefor every tear and… Continue Reading “A Life Well Lived”

A Letter to Bella

Dearest Bella, I still remember your beautiful face and I often wonder why you chose to grace My humble life with a precious gift from above for you taught me again what it is to loveI know you chose me for a reason,without doubt all souls have a… Continue Reading “A Letter to Bella”

On The Precipice

And this is where it begins This defining moment in time The beginning of the ending When what you trusted falls away and who you are Becomes obscured on a moonless night And who you thought he was is darker stillAnd you, Left standing… Continue Reading “On The Precipice”

Once Forsaken

I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf.- Paul Dunbar The Paradox Poem Is not the velvet rose always seen As soft as a summer night’s breeze, Yet once dried their piercing thornsWith emerald leaves tattered and torn Become knives that cut all too… Continue Reading “Once Forsaken”

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