Tag: #Quadrille

With Eyes of a Child

“The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.”  ― Emily Dickinson To look at the world with eyes of a child, marveling at velvet wings of butterflies as they float from flower to flowerSlurping sweet nectar To while away long summer hourssearching for possibilities in wispy… Continue Reading “With Eyes of a Child”

A Momentary Pause

Happiness is an elusive hummingbirdWith iridescent feathers taunting and teasingTiny black fruit flies swarming in evening breeze I watch this graceful dance of life and deathAs the brilliant jeweled bird flicks his forked tongueSavoring every tasty bite before taking flight dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille… Continue Reading “A Momentary Pause”

No Resistance

Each line on your faceI’ve traced with my finger,but your luscious lips draw mein and there I’ll lingerAs I yearn for the sweet tinglingsensation of their magnetic pulldrawing me deeper in and thenresistance to them are futile. dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #114- Poetical Magnetism

Shades of Blue, No. 2

Slipping from my weary soulthis grey cloak of diseaseLost within, body riddled with painI struggle to regain my sense of worth, of purpose After fighting for my life, spirit now rebornFor I am whole again, blanketed in shades of blue dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille… Continue Reading “Shades of Blue, No. 2”

The Extinction of God

“I talk to God but the sky is empty.”  ― Sylvia Plath If every clock in the world began moving backwards would time cease to exist would night become day? If almighty God should expire and he is the root of all lovewould love too… Continue Reading “The Extinction of God”

Between Sky and Sand

Between sky and sand we flynever pondering whywe have the gift of wingsand a song to sing. For we are not like mortalswho always look aheadwe accept this fateliving now before it’s too latelearning to simply be. dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: #112 The Sky’s… Continue Reading “Between Sky and Sand”

#Quadrille: Adorned in Curly Tendrils

“Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered…sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks…”  ― Ray Bradbury French thyme and greek oreganobeginning to flowerin spite of… Continue Reading “#Quadrille: Adorned in Curly Tendrils”

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