Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
My lips are the dew drenched rose yearning for the buzzing bee to gather my words like pollen and make of them sweet honey My eyes are the storm clouds burdened with the cleansing rain longing to fall at last to feel the heat… Continue Reading “Safe”
Myst-ery, goddess with blue raven locks and eyes diablo greenbut for the fiery torchlight burning between, she’s unseenWith deadly calm she lures you down the path of exile tempting your sinful flesh with her feminine guile, and though you know all the whileshe sings… Continue Reading “Myst-ery”
In the room where I write each day, I watch the world go by through this plate glass window, I’ve seen some magnificent sights A Cooper’s hawk comes visiting hunting easy prey, for the feeders are always laden with a smorgasbord everyday I hear… Continue Reading “From My Window”
The bloom of youth in the rain washed rose is a joy for eyes to see yet what lies underneath this glow is invisible to you and me. Blind are we for a fresh budding rose is already fading, dying time is cruel the… Continue Reading “The Essence of Decay”
I am alone with my thoughts on the morning walk. Going through the motions, pausing when Bubba stops to smell the scent of a dog that’s found the bush before him. My mind, like the sky, is wallowing in darkness. My precious dog is… Continue Reading “Dark Solitude”
And words are all that’s left to give for my days on this earth are dwindlingmy bones are soft, my body aches, and my sallow flesh is dwindling So I’ll throw these pages out the window, and profound words I sendLeaving my last legacy… Continue Reading “Wind Whispers”
In the hours when the earth moves between darkness and light, where murky shadows whisper and doubtful thoughts slip through making my heart wonder what might have been had you stayed, what color would the (bed) of roses be today where we once lay… Continue Reading “Poisoned Thorns”
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