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”
A tragic innuendo-closed for renovations but sometimes, an ardent heart never re-opens becomes a sacrificial lamb when intimate relationswhispered conversations no longer emblazon the salt moon with sweet intentand all that remains are fire brick cindersyearning for a flame Author’s Note: Day Four of National Poetry Writing Month.
Blooms on butter yellow roses whisper sending goosebumps across my skin the tender voice of my mother calling, ‘Come see it’s Spring again!’ Mockingbirds caw mimicking rowdy black crows as jeweled hummingbirds chase tiny gnats mid-air, fat honeybees amble from flower to flower, subdued by their burden of golden pollen Here in the garden, curious… Continue Reading “When Shimmering Sunlight is Perfect”
From high in lush greening mesquite desert thrasher sings a sweet refrain to a honeydew ripened rising sunas it paints the morning desert His lonely unearthly melody of nostalgic blues makes me wonder how disparate my life may behad I chosen another pathway But soon this misty thought… Continue Reading “Dewdrops on Morning Grass”
I wander out in stark wilderness where goldenrod kisses a sailor blue sky and chartreuse leaves of pink buttercups sway in a contrary March wind spreading pungent lemony pollen tempting even recalcitrant bees I lie down amidst this chaos of life buzzing and blooming all around menostalgic for my ardent… Continue Reading “Reflections on a Spring Day”