Tag: Poetry

Splendor in Sepia

Making sense of black and white when we fall into the greyUnderstanding where the lines lie in this dramatic play Looking through the camera lens with crystal clarityCreating a somber mood with a stark disparity Trying to capture what is real not how they…

Enchanted

Maeve had been watching him for months, and knew the exact moment when he stepped into the cloistered woods. Unbeknownst to him, she followed his every move, for Maeve had fallen in love, and she wanted him, heart and soul.

This Blessed Room

This room, blessed with undeniable energy… I write to lilting music of fishes swimming in a castled world Lovebirds feeding outside the window, chattering their secret language Sun refracts through a suspended prism, as rainbows dance on pale pink walls And there on one,…

Under The Plum Tree: Vita Brevis

Good Morning Everyone- I am thrilled to announce that my poem Under The Plum Tree has been published in today’s online issue of Vita Brevis the Modern Poetry Magazine.

Pay It Forward Thursday- August 16, 2018

Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us. …

The Boat

“Saw a poem float by just beneath the surface ”  -Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason I sat amidst the gnarled roots of an ancient tree watching water flow to and fro and all at once I caught a glimpse of poetry floating softly…

Purity

“You can’t write the clear biography of the aches and pains inside your skull” ~ Harrison from Skull /  Songs of Unreason I didn’t decide to be a poet.   Rather, the poet found my mind lush fertile ground for prophecies and fantasies to be…

Do You

Do you know my voice as it calls to you deep in the blue-black night? I’ve searched so long but you, ever elusive as shadows dancing on a sunny day, out of reach, out of sight.

The Siamese on Catshole Lane

She lives on Catshole Lane with all the common cats on the Isle of Man.   She’s beautiful, hot and exotic, a pure Siamese with almond-shaped eyes as blue as the sea and a long graceful tail. She, an outsider shunned by all the…

Thoughts From An Opal Child

As I grow older, time is racing by, as if I am on a high-speed train barreling towards the end of my life. One minute, I am turning a page in the calendar and greeting a new month, and the next a new year…

Buttercups

Happiness for her simple soul

Paper and Lead

With paper and lead writing thoughts left unsaid broken loves, angel’s wings fractured hearts mystical beings.

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