No need to tremble…
Originally posted on Wanna Read My Mind:
From the shaking to the quaking As if it were attacking like fracking A ban by a man who has one plan Taking away rights giving…
Monthly Archive: February, 2017
“Sweet red wine”
Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible. Sweet red wine … Continue reading
Resist
Originally posted on Wings Of Poetry:
Resist#Daily Prompt#Attempt 73 You in my thoughts Challenge me to Resist And make myself free From spell of your charm I try hard and hard But this…
A bough in six dimensions
Originally posted on Björn Rudbergs writings:
I Perched, its shadow bleeds the bough, spring is rising sap and blackbirds waiting. II On the highest bough a caterpillar contemplates the possibility to butterfly.…
“We danced, loved and you never departed my heart”
We danced, loved and you never departed my heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with a re-write We danced , loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 58-year-old. I… Continue reading
“Quiet echoes and seluded places.
Quiet echoes and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echoes and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the… Continue reading
Now, When I Remember You
Please read the amazing poetry of a talented writer. No Talent for Certainty To tell the story of a life Takes many pages, many words; To tell the story of a love Takes… Continue reading
Persuade the World
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. No Talent for Certainty How do you persuade the world That you are right, and they are wrong? I’ve seen you at it… Continue reading
planting for the season
Originally posted on Proem…:
I… is it Winter…still; wake me when it’s Spring and I shall plant geranium indiscriminate in blue white pots staggered on the Summer porch II… though I shall not…
Charcoal Remains
Originally posted on Roth Poetry:
Charcoal Remains Devastation burns its way into my soul How can I rebuild from these ashes my life Everything’s up in smoke only charcoal remains How can I…