Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Should twilight paint your silhouette in shades of amber and rose Recollections of past memories stark in black repose As I plunge, the cold winds murmuring in despair You’ve gone and where– There was once a white lucid thought of you and I Now… Continue Reading “Should Twilight”
She walks with angels on a misty shore.The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it.As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting.At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking the silence.Its powerful… Continue Reading “Angels on a Misty Shore”
Ponderous clouds roiling, signs of an internal storm soon the dark thoughts come, wrecking inner calm in the snowfall of my mind
She walks with angels on a misty shore.The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it.As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting.At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking the silence.Its powerful… Continue Reading “Angels on a Misty Shore”
He captivated me with his voice singing clear and strong, While his fingers strummed a melody on the beat up guitar One look into his bluest ocean eyes, so crystal calm, And I fell… And I fell…And I fell… Although the time we loved… Continue Reading “And I Fell”
Heartbroken, she now forever resigned For alas her sorrow had come to stay No bells were tolling, no telling signs No hooting owl on that bitter cold day, When a fragile heart stopped and the world went grey She walks at night praying to… Continue Reading “Grey”
Should twilight paint your silhouette in shades of amber and rose Recollections of past memories in black repose As I plunge, the cold winds murmuring in despair
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