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 →

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 →

Wonderful use of words by a talented writer.

Just might   She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to… Continue reading →