Tag: free verse

Chicken Soup

I remember an overcast day walking home from school the rain had washed earth clean the ditches were running full and crawdads were swimming away Advertisements

Surrender is Not

Surrender is not a stormy cloud that gives in to its grief nor is it the rainbow that floods the sky with promise Surrender is the letting go, of what you expect to see, and living in the moment, allowing it to be

Melody

He played the melody

Thoughts From A Bird

“Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.” – Rabindranath Tagore I took a stroll round the lake one lovely summer’s eve lost in thoughts of heartbreak and why you chose to leave

The Raven’s Plight

“Ravens are the birds I’ll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens.” ― Louise…

In My Sleep

In my sleep I whimper as you whisper my name calling me to come hither in the shushing haze while the hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain

Somewhere

“Time travel offends our sense of cause and effect – but maybe the universe doesn’t insist on cause and effect.”– Edward M. Lerner Although our lips have never kissed, I sense their sweet essence bathed in the effervescent atmosphere of the clouded mist

The Moon and Stars

“You’ve got the sun, you’ve got the moon, and you’ve got the Rolling Stones. “-Keith Richards What if the moon slipped from the night and fell into your arms would you embrace its loveliness and bask in its beautiful charms?

Lioness

I thought I was fearful until that fateful day when courage burst forth with a roar to save a beautiful brave little dog, who loves so much he’d die went up against an enemy half his age and thrice his weight to protect me…

Tender Notes

Together we were a thousand tears falling in the starry universe tempting sweet flowers to bloom, and songbirds to croon

Symphony

  If I gathered each dewdrop glistening on the rose put them to music and with my pen compose a symphony of our souls, a song that holds the key would you stay forever and listen to the notes as we solve the mystery…

The Path

And when she arises from her watery grave, in a smoky swirl above the calm frigid lake she walks with him along a familiar trodden path, feeling his heavy sadness and hot bitter wrath for being forsaken.  

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