Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Farewell to Spring blossoms in my Garden- Mesa, AZ Farewell to Spring blossoms from randomly sown seedsWith showy clusters of pink flowers atop leafy spiked stemsBright splashes of cool fuchsia among yellows and greensBeguiling honeybees heavy with pollen on their hairy kneesAnd golden skippers… Continue Reading “Random Blossoms”
Dancing on a tightrope of dreams and realityTap, tap, tapping on a thin graphite beamWhere everything and nothing is as it seems Blinded by wispy veils of silken hair Swirling in a stubborn stormy breezeWearing old hurts and deep painful scarsCrying with remorse for… Continue Reading “On a Wing and a Prayer”
Let the flyleaf of April reflect without another backward glance masala mysteries hidden in every ardent word written Traversing obscure burly wood bridgesunder clear lapis lazuli skies while We, the dreamers romance the restless wordswith hot pink beauty or dark orchid grief Our hearts emblazoned on parchmentour souls… Continue Reading “We, The Dreamers”
A creamy moon rises in a periwinkle skyBidding a fond farewell to mulberry springWhile diamond flecked stars shoot from the skyFlying foxes and night hawks take swift wing Bidding a fond farewell to mulberry springAs summer warmth threatens a chilly breezeFlying foxes and night… Continue Reading “Farewell to Spring”
I awaken to graphite skies and raintrickling down foggy window panesdripping from lacy yellow green leavesof the weeping mesquite tree Caught in this state of ambedo~ The beauty of solitude is profoundlife’s eggshell fragile mystery aboundswhen trying to grasp the tangiblenessAll that you find… Continue Reading “Ambedo”
Growing in the shallow crack between sand and steel and stoneIn solitude, a lovely bloomfinding its forever home Each day, humans trample bynever pausing to look downyet the little blossom survivesstanding firm though all alone. Then one sunny day, a little girlspies the bright yellow… Continue Reading “Perserverance”
I lie on the velvet moss forest floor under the majestic mulberry tree, clinging as roots take hold, surrounding mewhile waxy leaves grow upon my serene face In my ears echo ceaseless restless whispers of rouge rotting fruit and tiny hungry worms The one feeding the other and… Continue Reading “The Truth in Mulberry Trees”
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