Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Hallow’s eve dawns and groans with a harsh billowing sigh, An ominous prediction of darkest things to comeAs threatening grey clouds rumble in an angry sky What yonder folly awaits on horizon of tomorrowWhat more can humankind take of greediness, death, and diseaseWill future days… Continue Reading “What Yonder Folly Awaits”
Counting the days we’ve loved is like counting grains of sandFor my darling I dare not know where one ends and the other begins Our golden days are as endless as twinkling stars in midnight sky And the moments are as precious as… Continue Reading “Radiant Light”
Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?” ― Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions The colors of her changeable soul spill into the world Wherever she wanders and roams with wings unfurled Like satin ribbons streaming in cool zephyr’s arms, Far and wide… Continue Reading “The Rainbow Child, 2020”
Ridin’ low under a starry, starry sky Where a yellow crescent moon hangs low Vincent, Dali, and Frida out for an evening driveWith no particular place to go. While Frida smokes wearin’ red cowboy boots, The boy-men discuss all aspects of lifeDali says ‘I’ve lived before, a… Continue Reading “Ridin’ Low Under a Starry, Starry Sky”
“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!” ― Humbert Wolfe Autumn’s color now magnified by the melodic hum of nesting birds and honeybees preparing their winter homes. And when exquisite… Continue Reading “Autumn’s Hum”
Each line on your faceI’ve traced with my finger,but your luscious lips draw mein and there I’ll lingerAs I yearn for the sweet tinglingsensation of their magnetic pulldrawing me deeper in and thenresistance to them are futile. dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #114- Poetical Magnetism
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