Charmed Chaos
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Tag: Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
When Pink Fish Fly
He rides his wooden horse to nowhere the boy who would be king of kings sitting alone in the shadowed room dreaming his fanciful dreams. And in his dreams he sees her as she is now a delicate woman-child with ruby-red wings embracing her… Continue Reading “When Pink Fish Fly”
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The Innocent and the Damned
What choice is this to make, to take another’s life to sustain my own? Caught between steel blade and grey stone, an innocent white lamb and the devil’s own the path is strewn with littered bones no beauty here only cankered moonstonesleft poisoned, tainted… Continue Reading “The Innocent and the Damned”
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A Kiss in Moonlight
Moonlit path tempts with a tranquil vibe for a languid stroll under September skies as tree swallows serenade from fresh forsythia burnished red from cool nights and sunlit days Our hands entwined, we pause beneath the cloistered canopy of the brilliant Scarlet Maple dressed… Continue Reading “A Kiss in Moonlight”
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Contemplation on a Spring Morn
A man and his dog, hearts fierce and strong sit in contemplation on a gorgeous morn while shadows play across each face as they enjoy this magnificent day The dog content to be by his side, the man grateful for all in his lifeWeathered… Continue Reading “Contemplation on a Spring Morn”
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The Last Sweet Summer Rain
Beneath the blanket of blue moonlightbeautiful mountains murmur an ancient soulful songfrom deep within rock grey stone as verdant trees dance and swaycreating sacred poetry rustling in the last sweet summer rain. Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Summer’s End
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Nothing to Eat
Each morning the feeders are empty and the wild birds are chattering on while they are waiting, watching, wondering, where in the hell has she gone? Still they sing high in the treetops their calls trill with joyous wild abandonCalling to one another, their… Continue Reading “Nothing to Eat”
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The Roses are Blooming with Spring’s Passion
We are born of love; Love is our mother. -Rumi Our colorful roses are blooming with spring’s passion, I thought of you once more today wondering where you areThere, is that you I glimpse through the ocean tears of my eyes behind the gossamer… Continue Reading “The Roses are Blooming with Spring’s Passion”
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