Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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”
Morning dewsprinkling wildflowersemblazonedwith colorgoldenrod, chartreuse, hot pinkliving confetti Author’s Note: Day 7 of National Poetry Writing Month.
The memory of your words crushed like stones on well trod streets pummeled beneath the feet of humanityAnd though I tell myself you didn’t mean what you said they cut a swath into my heart andinfested me with a macabre plagueI tried to hide from the stinging blood your diseased… Continue Reading “The Memory of Your Words”
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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