Warm is a log fire Soft is milk with cream Gentle is a butterfly’s broad wings
Category: Creative writing
in time in time
If life for nought is thought to be I offer ‘no’ as answer thus My every avenue will see A happy trail yet to void What to think of those who say Beyond this is nothing more What to feel for those who pray Be better yet in heaven’s gate The gate is open – […]
By the window
I was standing by the window in the house that I called home Looking out upon my past embellished on my own My memory spoke clarity – preponderance of good Afresh – anew – the wind blew in experience of should I should – should not oh, time forgot the thunderclap […]
Limerick VIII
There was a young man who was coughingBut it wasn’t the cough – ‘twas the coffinThey’d carry him offEnding the coughAnd ending a life in the offing
Like a leaf
The window blows and knocks the dream Well past full-bright distinction And wallows in the afternoon Perusing fact or fiction She rises up and like a leaf Floats the breeze beyond her And nestles in the creviced seam Of triumph over yonder
Happy
I sat up in bedWith a cold in my headAnd stinging in fingers and toes I’d been asleep for a weekFeeling sick – couldn’t speakAnd constantly blowing my nose My breath was a bit offAnd I had a bad coughAnd I struggled to shower and eat I’d been at a loss – I could not […]
Haiku poetry XII
Crevicesand chasms – the rocky mountain weeps
Haiku poetry XI
Waterfall – Cascading From the mountain in my mind
Suddenly
Suddenly, Something comes Of what wasn’t before And a life is portrayed From an empty canvas The brush weaves a magic Unknown today It weaves a desire Of affected dismay Dismay that is lost In the brightest surround Allowing for miracles Yet to be found In what was seen As a darkened […]
Castles in the sky
I ran and ran and ranto the castle in the airI danced and danced and dancedbeside my kite that flew up thereI stood upon the sunand jumped on a cloud called ‘nine’and in a silent whisperI was told that cloud was mineI stayed up in the airuntil tear-drops overcameand with a sudden gustthe tear-drops turned […]
sensualism 