Tag: Poetry

Tempting Peace

Some temptations are grand, a new car or furs or jewelsDiamonds glittering on every hand and fingers with perfect manicures. And though these things are fine for some, they are not for mefor I am an humble woman with simple life goal plansI want… Continue Reading “Tempting Peace”

To Be A Dandelion

“I have been thinking about living like the lilies that blow in the fields.”- Lilies, by Mary Oliver I have been thinking I’d like to be a dandelion that has no homeroaming free on the sultry breeze until I find some fertile loam And… Continue Reading “To Be A Dandelion”

Come to the River

Come to the flowing river, she said I’ll show you the luminous pearl moon while you feast your eyes on twinkling stars, the warm lapping water will kiss my pink toesas my heart drums love’s melody on my pulsing throat –And here in blue… Continue Reading “Come to the River”

Dragonfly Dreams and Dandelion Seeds

I’m riding a lime green dragonfly to the silvery moon to pick a snow white wishing dandelion waiting there for meHere in this vastness in the indigo night watch sky It’s only the dragonfly, the dandelion, the moon, and I. Upon encountering the raucous… Continue Reading “Dragonfly Dreams and Dandelion Seeds”

Just a Trace

As your lips trace my pulsing heart down to my ample breasts, please don’t stop there my love continue on your questI have missed your rough-hewn hands upon my peach smooth skin I ache for you to take my soul soaring high again dVerse:… Continue Reading “Just a Trace”

The Blackout Creature

My nightly ritual as a child was to shut the closet door, to bar the blackout creature from creeping across the floorand crawling under my narrow bed, grabbing my exposed parts My imaginative child’s mind reeled with dark spectral visions of slithering crawling monsters… Continue Reading “The Blackout Creature”

The Etiquette of Nature

Does the rose follow a set of rules in deciding when to bloom? And once the petals open wide, do the bees take that as an open invite to enter in and feast? And as the thrasher builds its nest within the thorny cactus… Continue Reading “The Etiquette of Nature”