Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
If I gathered each dewdrop glistening on the rose put them to music and with my pen compose a symphony of our souls, a song that holds the key would you stay forever and listen to the notes as we solve the mystery… Continue Reading “Symphony”
And when she arises from her watery grave, in a smoky swirl above the calm frigid lake she walks with him along a familiar trodden path, feeling his heavy sadness and hot bitter wrath for being forsaken.
“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
Upon his lips, kissed essence of robust black coffee lingers on her tongue in harmony, mingling with the wine’s lavender syrah eyes closed, yearning for another taste of him.
” 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.
Burdened by the weight of a thousand petaled thoughts mired in muddy memories of a love lost…
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