Originally posted on Purplerays:
“ The budstands for all things,even for those things that don’tflower,For everything flowers,From within,Of self-blessing;Though sometimes it is necessaryTo reteach a thing its loveliness,To put a hand on its…
Originally posted on Collecting Coffee:
Aetna the Sicilian Nymph… Was no push over… As a mom..to her son…. Zeus … The god of geysers and hot springs.. Known for his.. Angry outbursts…. She…
Grandfather’s rose bushes My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses. … Continue reading
You are my Spring time Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your… Continue reading
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace. I want to fall into the inferno of your… Continue reading
I saw a face I saw a face in the distance, a beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me… Continue reading
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Did I ever love you? Dying, lying, needing, bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. “Love… Continue reading
Originally posted on willowdot21:
As I mentioned on my SoCs post today I was at my niece’s wedding in Brighton yesterday. It was a beautiful day and it was wonderful to have all…
The weeping willow Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart… Continue reading
