Tag: Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Kintsugi

He tried the rusted key in the antique lock and though it met resistance, he heard the tumblers shift and there inside the metal box lay a cracked porcelain heart. Advertisements

Deep Space

The poetarian peered at the matte obsidian sky and, defying earth’s gravity, with wings she began to glide

Persimmon

Linger here persimmon… in fire dawn for winter is coming much too soon rest in cool arms of rich golden autumn bask in the orange haze of harvest moon   when the leaves fall and leave mellow fruit as you ripen in smoldering morning…

Saudade

  Saudade lurks in shadows dancing caressing this barren heart with icy fingers searing hot tears scalding cold cheeks and I am alone in this storm of grief

Lips I Must Resist

And though your lips I must resist will call my name aloud still… my heart will answer dear with all the love allowed For I will love you long after… the full moon rises over the sea in my heart you’ll be forever even…

Autumn Essence

Tasting golden sun of Autumn on these trembling lips, soothing my soul spectral shadows dance with light in the whispering wind halting my cloud breath stunning music envelops as leaves fall

Waiting for Death

She perches in a crook of the mesquite tree with the gnarled bark surrounding her. A brilliant flash of green with a rosy face. There is an aura about her, eyes once alert to every move now glazed, beseeching. A black crow sits above…

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

Promise

“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. “- John Lennon/Paul McCartney My darling I will leave you with this vow before I break the promise I made, so my lusty thoughts I must forsake

River of Love

” I thought years ago that old Heraclitus was wrong. You can’t step into the same river even once.”– Jim Harrison You can’t step into the same river even once for the water is forever changing, re-arranging, adapting.

Weight

Burdened by the weight of a thousand petaled thoughts mired in muddy memories of a love lost…

By The Shore

“My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.”-  Edith Wharton A slender long legged woman with a honeyed tan buries painted toes into hot grey sand raises her face to the turquoise sky watching seagulls as they take bread from her hand.

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