Stark antique white blossom against delicatepapery bougainvillea paintingan azure washed sky
We are still here flesh and blood and bone Yet he is gonedrifting away in melancholy grey smoke memoriesOf more vivid days Sometimes, we hear his demanding bark or the tap, tap ,tap of his pawswhispering on the cold tile floorhis restless soul must be wanderingback and forth over the rainbow bridgemaking… Continue Reading “The Love a Dog Leaves”
lemon chiffon puffs-growing among craggy rockstiny breath of life Author’s Note: This tiny plant is growing in our front yard, which is mostly rock. The flower heads are smaller than a pencil eraser. I have no idea what they are and the leaves are… Continue Reading “#Haiku: Breath of Life”
Scarlet letters emblazoned on her skin carried on opium winds of righteousness forsaking all moral fortitude Blinded by an azure grey- smoke sky religious zealots are always the first to throw black stones into her eyes yet who among them are sinless? With restless grace she remains detached unwilling to… Continue Reading “Sinless”
waterdrops sparklerhapsody in velvet blue-violets in rain Author’s Note: Day 10 of National Poetry Month.
“Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we’ve ever met.” ― Marguerite Duras My hands that held yours in the last months of life have now become your hands a parchment of antique white Though memories of you never leave In dark shadows of missing you, I only need to… Continue Reading “My Hands, Your Hands”
Though the landscape is cloudycolossal trees illuminate the pasta lifetime forgotten in rosy brown huesof roughened bark and spiraled rings in wood. And so you seek sweet tranquilityfrom yesterday for now you can seeancient history proves this- seek and you will findthough questions aren’t… Continue Reading “An Irrefutable Truth of Tranquility”