Ambrosia
My Ambrosia Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming. You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in deep thoughts. I wondered… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: May, 2019
With hopeful heart
What you give with hopeful heart, you will get more in return. If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though… Continue reading
Music to my soul
Originally posted on Monody Prose:
Move your body in time to tones Slowly gracefully as you go I am a ghost of a simple past Tasting a painting that can not last Faded…
1000 Miles
Originally posted on Olivia Carolynn Writes:
Smears of acrylic on whitewashed walls – a textured semblance of longing. Could I travel 1000 miles to see it for myself? Instead I sculpt a…
“I am going to California”
I am going to California I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and… Continue reading
My midnight dancer
My midnight dancer A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told… Continue reading
Bravery
Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
Every step is one upon a precipice when you’ve no knowledge of the path optimism fueled with bravery footfall, a deep breath of the unknown never knowing where…
The wildflowers
the wildflowers I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone, regretting the dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you… Continue reading
“Free-falling”
Free-falling (For a unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones, we believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown… Continue reading
Love tragedies
Love tragedies I found you my kind lady, you were my savior, my voice of sanity. Love tragedy left us feeling empty, just wishes and gestures of fairy tales magic we would… Continue reading