Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
blustery east wind chilling the blooming desert chasing spring away Frank J. Tassone: #Haikai Challenge #128: East Wind
Your finger left a fragrant trace of sweet strawberry wine upon my bruised lips as you caressed my face and wiped smeared lipstick away And though the fragrance lingersthe taste is what I’ll rememberlike the first luscious bite of a sun kissed red ripe… Continue Reading “Strawberry Wine”
Be the swimming fish, feeling water’s silk caress as you glide through life.
Come, sip with me my darling this fine sherry of Spain, I’ll regale you with my devilish stories and once again, in the prevailing shadows of dancing candlelight your eyes will meet mine and we will dine on the love in each other’s eyes.
Tiny seeds lie in wait for springAs gentle rains soak mother earthIn budding trees, mockingbirds singWhile the seeds lie in wait for springButterflies emerge, taking wingWhen the land prepares for rebirthTiny seeds lie in wait for springAs gentle rains soak mother earth dVerse Poets… Continue Reading “#Triolet: Rebirth”
waters of spring rush-through the dry desert washesa burst of color Frank J. Tassone: Haikai Challenge #127 Waters of Spring
The artistic sun is always changing, rearranging colorful paints on its pallet splashing brilliant shades across the canvas sky with each rise and set, no two ever the same Some mornings dawn overcast and dreary with grey clouds cloaking promising hues while others awaken… Continue Reading “The Canvas Sky”
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