Tag: #Quadrille

In Dappled Daylight

“savor with me the lushness of a lingering sleep… and last night’s dream.”  ― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence In dappled daylight~where fallen leavesmingle with velvet moss Here, time is soft~lingering in radiant warmthof a gilded setting sun Heartbeat in harmony~with every inhalehealing cleansing breaths This restless… Continue Reading “In Dappled Daylight”

Against an Aubergine Sky

“Oh girl among the roses, oh crush of doves, oh fortress of fishes and rosebushes, your soul is a bottle filled with thirsty salt, and your skin, a bell filled with grapes.”- Ode with a Lament, Pablo Neruda My heart shines brightLike a burnished… Continue Reading “Against an Aubergine Sky”

Stream of Dreams

With heavy eyes drifting awayfloating on the stream of dreamswhere bright sunshine warms her wrinkled faceand life is buoyant and carefreeNo worries from the past as the present unfolds,a glimpse through bright eyes of youthbehind eyes of old dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille No. 132-… Continue Reading “Stream of Dreams”

Lyin’, Dyin’, and Cryin’

This old beer joint is rockin’and the jukebox keeps playin’as we dance to favorite songskickin’ up sawdust and shufflin’scuffed boots all night longso we throw open wide the doorswhile country crooners mournabout a love that’s gone wrong Author’s Note: It’s our 10th anniversary at… Continue Reading “Lyin’, Dyin’, and Cryin’”

Random Blossoms

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”

Of Green Toads and Babbling Brooks

Don’t bother trying to find mebecause I’ve gone awayI’ve run off to the countryto live out my remaining days. I’ll walk a country road,and pause by a babbling brookI’ll laugh with a green toadand read my favorite book. dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille 126

Refuge

Beneath sheltering treesred rose lips touch mineas a curious mockingbird singsto gentle falling rain In our secluded refugethere is no lingering painonly you and me againas we savor lush ruby wineand lie in a bed of leaves dVerse: Quadrille #125 In Praise of the… Continue Reading “Refuge”

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