Tag: Poets United

Nothing to Eat

Each morning the feeders are empty and the wild birds are chattering on while they are waiting, watching, wondering, where in the hell has she gone? Still they sing high in the treetops their calls trill with joyous wild abandonCalling to one another, their…

Evening Dreams

A bottle of red wine shared in the evening while sitting in our garden of Eden, nibbling on tiny morsels of pungent cheese as we murmur our hopes and dreams sharing with each other in the sultry breeze The air is heavy with the…

The Gift of Fishing

My mother was a grateful woman who seldom asked for giftsshe loved to work in her garden sun-up to sundownwith soul roots buried deep in the big heart of Texasas she coaxed green miracles from water soaked ground. When she was young she shined…

The Widow

It’s a lovely day in my garden, and I am as happy as a woman can be. For you see, today I acquired a plant I have wanted from the first time I saw it. ‘Adenium Arabicum’, whose common name is Desert Rose. It’s…

Tempting Peace

Some temptations are grand, a new car or furs or jewelsDiamonds glittering on every hand and fingers with perfect manicures. And though these things are fine for some, they are not for mefor I am an humble woman with simple life goal plansI want…

Magic Reapers

I can tell you I spend my days talking to the singing birds or conversing with my little dog, who understands every word My neighbors know nothing of me or what’s churning in my heart I doubt they know my name, much less my…

Poisoned Thorns

In the hours when the earth moves between darkness and light, where murky shadows whisper and doubtful thoughts slip through making my heart wonder what might have been had you stayed, what color would the (bed) of roses be today where we once lay…

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