Tag: Poem

To Be A Bird

Do birds tuck dreams into their wings when they are soaring in the turquoise sky Are their dreams of fantastical things like flying to the moon one summer’s night? And with dried straw to build their nests, do they have a distinct plan in… Continue Reading “To Be A Bird”

Magic Reapers

I can tell you I spend my days talking to the singing birds or conversing with my little dog, who understands every word My neighbors know nothing of me or what’s churning in my heart I doubt they know my name, much less my… Continue Reading “Magic Reapers”

NOLA

Early Morning March 4,2005 We are sitting in Cafe du Monde enjoying beignets and robust coffee. It’s an overcast day, but we don’t care for we are in the Crescent city. This is NOLA, a city of dark secrets, rich gumbo, ancient ghosts, and… Continue Reading “NOLA”

#Haiku: Whitebait

early spring trolling white baiting in cold rivers feast of tiny fish Frank Tassone Hakai Challenge # 76

Before You Go

Before you go, you should know I never expected you to be the one to lay my soul bare, leave me undone drive a spike through my lovestruck heartan abysmal gaping hole where nothing will grow but black thoughts trembling in the dark. dVerse… Continue Reading “Before You Go”

Walking My Dog This Spring Morning

The sky is blue, nary a cloudI stroll the path with my head bowedmy dog trots with joy beside mewith his head and tail high, so proud I hear the buzzing of the beesflying from bloom to bloom with gleea symphony of nature’s soundsas… Continue Reading “Walking My Dog This Spring Morning”

On This Fresh Spring Day

The freshness of this spring breeze whisks away any grey gormless clouds of winter’s memorybringing sweet dreams of fragile sprouting seeds to blossom and brighten our once dreary days. From the gnarled lemon tree wafts a pungent tang of crisp citrus in the air,… Continue Reading “On This Fresh Spring Day”