Tag: #Quadrille

Her Crown

The crown she wore was nothing morethan an illustration of inner self-An ancient garden of floating butterfliesdancing in sundrenched air Where golden legged honeybeesget drunk on riotous wildflowerswoven together in an intricate mazeof stems and petals and leaves dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #145- Heady… Continue Reading “Her Crown”

A Woman Blessed

“And she was fair as is the rose in May.” –Geoffrey Chaucer Sunshine glows on fair skinLights her face with joy- for though Life has dealt her countless blows She rises above the noise Weathering sunshine or rainShe inherited the strength of a woman… Continue Reading “A Woman Blessed”

In The Distance

From far in the distanceCrashing waves careenOn a starlit rocky shore- His lantern lights the paththrough rustling grass And shifting sandsDown to the ocean’s floor, For he hears the call of sirensBewitching his lonesome heart‘Come and suffer nevermore.’ dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille

Gone

“She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.”  ― Charles Bukowski Among the silk grey ashesa blackened locket liesfilled with eternal promisesof a full and loving life But when the Santa Anaslit up the fiery western sky,all that was left of themwas… Continue Reading “Gone”

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”

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