Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Alone in this peaceful space with only my spirited thoughts forbidden luscious flowers tempting my life breathing light and free my inner passions set loose, unleashed.
In truth, what is love? Is it a broken soul pleading for help locked in a prison they created? Or a shadowy figure standing in darkness beckoning to you, yes, come here, to me Do you give your heart and your light?
My sister and I sat down to supper looking at our plates we asked what is this mom? Fried squirrel, now eat, do you need some sweet butter?
I sit in the garden at dusk, watching the sky change from turquoise to amber red gold. The silhouettes of the trees are in stark contrast, midnight black against a vivid palette. I take a sip of bold red wine- it’s a cabernet kind… Continue Reading “Haibun: Twilight”
I see you, standing there with your passionate eyes feasting on my supple body a steady throbbing deep inside do you want this maiden fair?
With paper and lead writing thoughts left unsaid broken loves, angel’s wings fractured hearts mystical beings.
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