A Memory Aloft
Originally posted on euphoria6lues:
Beneath branching ebony and scented whirls of ivory, the grandest melody of spring unfolds from the haven of a magnolia tree What love is there for me waiting…
Originally posted on euphoria6lues:
Beneath branching ebony and scented whirls of ivory, the grandest melody of spring unfolds from the haven of a magnolia tree What love is there for me waiting…
My eyes adored you… I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading
A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun and… Continue reading
Originally posted on Smith Shine Poetry:
From the first I knew I’d kiss you a peck to neck, my car my bed your cherry blossoms engulf chemical racing straight to my head so…
The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading
Sheena, my Bonnie gal. I found the prettiest girl I ever seen on a cold Winter day in 1978. She had auburn hair, golden brown eyes and the skin of snow. I told… Continue reading
Originally posted on Tales From the Seed:
A personal essay Image by Annie Spratt It is a clear November morning. An early mist has settled over the field into a thick blanket of…
The ballad of the pissed-off lady… She was unbounded and a wounded pretty lady drinking alone. She loved the silence, she loved the whiskey and she loved the sea. She didn’t want to… Continue reading
Originally posted on Eva van Beek:
Throw that syrup up the wallNothing sweet! Not at all. The fields are shred to open wounds,chopped to cost-effective chunks. Yet the rats are digging deeper,find the…