Tag: Quadrille

Blush Pink Sky

Quivering blush pink sky kissing daylight good-bye Bidding desert summer farewell casting a colorful magical spell Welcoming brisk autumn evenings sitting by a roaring fire dreaming Of summers gone, winters to come old lovers lost, faithful hearts won all while watching the setting sun… Continue Reading “Blush Pink Sky”

Rising Star

No worries dude it’s cool, singing mournful blueshe strums his scarred guitar, chances are he’ll go far if he believes He’s a rising star.One night when he’s crooning a tune,he hears the perfect words ‘Copasetic, Man- you sing like a bird!’ dVerse Poets Pub:… Continue Reading “Rising Star”

Of Gods and Omens

“We can never be gods, after all–but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.” ― N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms To dream of Gods and omens in darkest night brings no tranquility for the soul wrestles and fights with so little ability to… Continue Reading “Of Gods and Omens”

Touch

His voice is smooth; a caramel river of dreams Melting into her soul, making lonely lips sing, Filling in the ragged cracks, mending the heart whole. When his rough hands move, caressing velvet soft skinHer forgotten body comes alive from his touch again. dVerse… Continue Reading “Touch”

These Hands

Hands freckled from brilliant sun, a whole lifetime spent being a momwiping tears from dirty cheeks, soothing bleeding scraped knees. These hands, now wrinkled with age still toiling in the gardenwriting and composinga rich life ’til another turn of the page dVerse Poets Pub:… Continue Reading “These Hands”

Splashing Respite

When summer’s blistering days creep in Birds scratch into earth seeking a cool place to sleepdisregarding perching in the oppressive shade trees for there’s nary a breeze to stir the leaves. The birdbaths become their favorite sin ~ a splashing respite in scorching sun.… Continue Reading “Splashing Respite”

Dragon Rose

Dragon rose born of white ice and blood firepossessing the delicate bouquet of an innocent maiden’s desire but alas the flower is only hearsaya fairytale myth as the wyvern beasts of oldwhose sight in the sky would turn a man cold. Author’s Note: When… Continue Reading “Dragon Rose”

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