Tag: Poem

Gone From Fragile Sight

“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”  ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close Gone from fragile sight bright promise of tomorrow and in its place comes creeping on silent… Continue Reading “Gone From Fragile Sight”

Reminiscing Summer

This morning dawned with a cool kissTendered upon my grateful heartFor summer’s heat at last departsBasking in autumn’s breeze, what bliss; Which gives me pause to reminisceOf summers past, spent in sunshineSipping glasses of chilled white wineSharing our dreams of what’s to comeListening to… Continue Reading “Reminiscing Summer”

#Haiku: Red Maple Leaves

Autumn’s red maples-decaying leaves litteringthe sodden footpath Frank J. Tassone: Haikai Challenge #159 Fall Foliage

Among Copper Leaves

Strolling a quiet path on an autumn day with naught but bright song of an orioleBrilliant plumage hidden among copper leaveshis song wafting on the halcyon breeze This is what feeds my dog-tired soul listening to soothing sounds of nature the heavy thud of green acorns droppingGround… Continue Reading “Among Copper Leaves”

The Color of Hope is Light

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”  ― Plato Light bending, shaping, flowing into nicks and cracks of darkness impugned Both an unrelenting wave of briny ocean and a… Continue Reading “The Color of Hope is Light”

Aphotic

Aphotic dreams are colder than death Wishes, dangerous and electricGlimpses into beclouded illusions Keeping the old stories replaying In dark portals of curtain drawn memories Long forgotten symbolic signsSuch savage dreams, a paradoxical hazeDisappearing upon awakening Author’s Note: I started on Google with Dreams are… and went from… Continue Reading “Aphotic”

Many a Time

And lo, many a time death has called my nameBut I’ve run from her haunting mournful callHowling on raw wind, from the shallow graveWailing in harsh winter’s stagnant pall Her face in shadows, wearing a gossamer caulBegging to caress with bony white fingersWhile fierce… Continue Reading “Many a Time”