Tag: Poetry

Gravity in Blue

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”

A Rush of Remembrance

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”

Spring Dream

Spring dreamfervent new budsblossoming after rainriotous colors bursting forthraindropdrenched emerald green leaves captureswirling pools of waterfor garden snailsto sip Author’s Note: Written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: Synonyms only and the words are Eager and Hope. I used ‘fervent’ for eager and ‘dream’ for… Continue Reading “Spring Dream”

A Letter to Bella

Dearest Bella, I still remember your beautiful face and I often wonder why you chose to grace My humble life with a precious gift from above for you taught me again what it is to loveI know you chose me for a reason,without doubt all souls have a… Continue Reading “A Letter to Bella”

Spring Haze

Spring morning haze dissipatesIn the wake of swift March windsRoaring in with rising red sunSpawning swirling dust devilsDancing with winter’s brittle leaves While whirligigs spin in a frenzied blur of coppery bladesand brassy wind chimes clang in blustery shade dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Swift… Continue Reading “Spring Haze”

The Piano

Melodies no longer escape from ivory and ebony keys drifting out an open window on a summer breeze what once was alive in the garden now dying and grey, for when the music stopped life withered away Now there’s only traces of happier spring daysan intrepid red… Continue Reading “The Piano”

#Diatelle: Rain

RainDrops, driftsSlow and swiftFalls from on highSpring mornings gentle shiftFrom a pastel aqua washed skyAs it whispers to seeds in lilting sighsRise up tender greens, pushing through earth’s dark terrainBe brave, embrace this life throw fears asideSweet blooms tempting bees flying byAmber honey, their… Continue Reading “#Diatelle: Rain”

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