young caterpillarearthbound, feeding youth’s hungercreates a cocoonshaping wings, gaining wisdomold butterfly soul soaring Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation:http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2018/11/carpe-diem-weekend-meditation-61-new.html Carpe Diem Dives Into The Classical Literature and asks “is it possible to create haiku, tanka or other form of Japanese poetry from it?” For this first…
Some days these fingers ache when holding my writing lead or perhaps it’s my soul keening, wallowing in woe, How much more must a heart spill with words in black repose Does not your fingers bleed when grasping too tight the memory of the…
When she looks in the mirror, she sees the girl like a bright beacon of light from within with rosy cheeks, and bouncing red curls and a body that was willow switch thin.
Waning moon in blue morning sky it seems like a short while yesterday when you were lush and full one night but with each day you are fading away.
A mockingbird crooned his melody as I sat under a blooming Lilac tree I closed my eyes and soon drifted away lulled by soft buzzing of the honeybees.
Days of youth gone by as nightingale bids farewell
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Days of untamed youth oblivious innocence