Tag: #thesundaymuse

Wait

“The early bird gets the worm, and the early fox gets the bird.”  ― Matshona Dhliwayo Wait until sweet morning dew dries upon green velvet grass delight in simple pleasures a feather found, rich treasure Saunter with stealth and grace through mottled forest glen leave no visible traceof where you’re goingor… Continue Reading “Wait”

Bird’s Eye View

From where I sit the world’s crazy no where to turn, future hazy So I’ll rest high in my tree because here at least I’m free I’ll watch golden grasslands sway delight in gazelles at play From where I sit the world’s crazy No… Continue Reading “Bird’s Eye View”

The Fragility of Tranquility

These are days of endless summeras we bow in defeat to heatwilting petals fall at our feetsun pounding down, a mad drummerwhile we long for winter’s slumber Morning dawns in tranquilitylight breaks through with fragilityawash in a rose colored skyso we lift our weary… Continue Reading “The Fragility of Tranquility”

Unfamiliar Territory

This is unfamiliar territorymaneuvering through Tropic of Canceras beams of intense energypenetrate my tender left breastleaving behind a loss of vigoras my body fights alongside the rayswith a parched scratchy throat anda weakened voice screaming in silent pain But even so on this surreal… Continue Reading “Unfamiliar Territory”

The Tree and Me

“At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.”  ― Pablo Neruda, Regalo de un Poeta I sat one… Continue Reading “The Tree and Me”

Within Our Grasp

“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”  ― Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968 And though elusive light may swing at times beyond our narrow sight blurry and foggy in waning shine we only need to remember the glimmer is within our… Continue Reading “Within Our Grasp”

Unbound

“When the owl sings, the night is silent.“- Charles de Leusse Fleeting breeze from feathered wings Kissing my startled faceEmbedding the sight upon my soul, An indelible mark on fair skin  Astounding how a watchful owl Came to me, came to be A welcome companion In the last… Continue Reading “Unbound”