Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
In our youth we are invincible; we don’t see time as ephemeral moments. Rather, summer feels like forever as we bask in hot sun and dance in pale moonlight with nary a thought of tomorrow. Yet, before we know it we turn around and… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Osozakura (late bloom)”
“Life moves very fast. It rushes from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.” ― Paulo Coelho Is this how it ends- This ripping away of wings leaving naught but two scrawny plumes and no way to soar? Alone in the desert, left; a forgotten soulthrown… Continue Reading “Is This How It Ends?”
In fading grey twilight cool and crisp before night’s orchestra comes alivethere in marshland floats a will -o’- wispand swamp creatures run from the ghostly surprise When night’s melodic orchestra comes alivegreat horned owls hunt for skittering preyswamp creatures run from the ghostly surpriseas gnarled… Continue Reading “Will-O’-Wisp”
Let love be the knot of silk that bindsOur two hearts, entwined as oneAnd not man or beastOr disease or grief will untieDelicate threads of hopes and dreamsWhere our souls abide, side by sideNo matter wind or tides dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #124
I have demystified my Womanly curves They have lost their edgy sharpness, Becoming obscured and blurred By the ravages of timeOn this aging goddess body Where illusions and ego have no placeIn these fleeting final hoursAnd now, nothing more to do But to embraceWith humility and graceThe pull of gravity’s… Continue Reading “Gravity in Blue”
No rushing wind is blowing today for the crisp clear air is cold and still as dawn’s diligent sun peeks through melancholy clouds painted in confederate blue Birds rejoice from yellow-green budded treesthe only proof that a vibrant spring is nearand in my hungry soul a stirring… Continue Reading “A Rush of Remembrance”
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