The waltz..
The waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rewritten today with proper edit. I hope. The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: February, 2023
Remembering Syria: Astarte In the Poetry of Henry Kendall
Originally posted on Poetry of gems:
In the wake of Syria’s recent devastating earthquake, many have been honoring those affected, by reflecting on their memories and stories. Today, we reflect on the poetry…
We are, what we become..
We are, what we become… 1- They tried to shame her, they could not. She saw in their dirty eyes, whiskey, sin and sadness. She knew what she wanted, and she took it.… Continue reading
Whim and follies..
Whim and follies… I told her. Sometimes good to go slow. Men will eat and eat, not stopping to taste or digest the food. He will forget to cherish the taste, the gentle touch… Continue reading
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