Afterlife
Originally posted on Talking to Myself:
the world has endedthis is the afterlife birds hereand peoplespeak so many languages the silence that sits abovethis thin layer of airis infinite andlouder than wind i…
A memory- A story
A memory, a story. ———————————————————– Everything In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly. You were my… Continue reading
ARE YOU CRAZY ENOUGH?
Originally posted on sawndei:
Feet feeble, hands shaking Heart races, temperature rising Confused and Perturbed For light has been darkened He opened his eyes but sight failed him He put on his glasses…
Poetry: Day 273
Originally posted on notnotnerdygirl:
rose(like the flower)sweet smellingand kind beyond measurebut I can’t reach you yetyou are too far(five feet away)(and you don’t even know it) (rose)sunflower kissesand shades of bluebruised and burntfrom…
Striking Soldier
Powerful words and thoughts shared by a talented writer. Rum and Robots Poem by Joni Caggiano written 7/30/20 – Photo by Isabella Mariana from Pexels (one minute read) dark the liner underneath her… Continue reading
Song for peace and lead with concern, kindness and forgiveness.
What do our children see? What lessons are being taught to the children? Killed almost 400 people, 400 people murdered in Sri Laka for the sake of religion, the sake of change. I… Continue reading
In your lap..
In your lap If I lost you, I would become empty and alone. When I’m lost and helpless. I need your kind words and your embrace. When I fall into the… Continue reading
Great song and a poem.
Wildflowers I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be… Continue reading
She is free…
She is free —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should be… Continue reading
The Corrs song and some words.
Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold and… Continue reading