Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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”
No rushing wind is blowing today for the crisp clear air is cold and still as dawn’s diligent sun peeks through melancholy clouds painted in confederate blue Birds rejoice from yellow-green budded treesthe only proof that a vibrant spring is nearand in my hungry soul a stirring… Continue Reading “A Rush of Remembrance”
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