Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Empty spaces between these blackest of words where thoughts never spoken go unheard as they fall into the vast abyss of our souls.
I am in my garden watering wildflower seeds- they are getting their second set of leaves which is a good sign. My garden teems with life- a kaleidoscope of tiny lilac butterflies have been here a few days. Hummingbirds buzz past me in… Continue Reading “Haibun: Flame Skimmer”
The space always is and in this space I am.* I breath this air surrounding me, holding tight to my soul energy Living in my head with my fantasies.
To be a creative child once more dreaming of Rose the bright violet horse to skip and play, counting only to four hopscotching your way through life’s course.
As I watch graceful dandelion seeds today dancing through the sweet air, happy and gay like music notes bouncing in turquoise sky I hear a haunting song as they begin to play.
Flaunting my stripped being thoughts spilling forth, haunting molten metaphors erupting exploding from my heart without warning
memory-the heart, 1937, found on fridakahlo.org “There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst”. –Frida Kahlo Heart laid bare ripped from her breast by a treacherous two the… Continue Reading “Broken Hearted Frida”
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