Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I wear blue wings of a butterfly in a silver ring upon my slender fingerfor words to me are flowers, waiting to blossom and bloomFluttering from nouns to verbsdiscovering their precious nectar in the vibrant garden of my thoughts as crystal tears fall in… Continue Reading “Blue Wings”
The only sound the ticking of the key wound clockas her tears slip, dripping down to her beating heartthe room a somber grey, time to her has stoppedfor he has gone and torn their sacred world apart His presence fills the space as a… Continue Reading “Paint”
I looked for you today, I thought I saw your face there amongst the wintry clouds But when I looked again, they became another memory covered in tattered grey shrouds Then came the ache of missing you, harsh as the brilliant sun shining through… Continue Reading “Tattered Grey”
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… Continue Reading “Splendor in Sepia”
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,… Continue Reading “This Blessed Room”
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