Tag: Life

Writing in Prisms

  Sun dogs and moon bows Crystal Prisms and rainbows Relieved of any constrictions Lay their colors upon my soul While I, within creative throes Of writing with utter conviction

In The Dreaming Hours

In the dreaming hours juxtaposed between keeping watch on the ticking clock and

The Color of Hope

“Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. “- Pedro Calderon de la Barca What color

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… Continue Reading “Waiting for Death”

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… Continue Reading “The Raven’s Plight”

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