Recollections’
Recollections ————————————————————————————————————————- Kelly I was intoxicated by you, my beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you. You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving… Continue reading
Beneath your coat
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Losing your mind feels like Slipping your chaffed hands into a pair of rubber gloves Plunging them into hot washing up water Hearing the chink of porcelain, knocking against…
Fleeting romance
Originally posted on Megha's World:
“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.” ― Oscar Wilde Oh! how fleeting it was how softly it made me blush left my heart feeling so sanguine…
“The pureness of my reflection.
The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road. You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced with… Continue reading
‘Concrete angel’
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when… Continue reading
Some California poetry.
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you. California coastline… Continue reading
Please sing me, a kind and sweet lullaby
Please sing to me, a kind and sweet lullaby. In the night when I’m overtook by the weight of life. You touched my face and brought my head into the safety of your… Continue reading
Lilac wine
Lilac wine Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. I’m remember you, you were… Continue reading
Cleansed
Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
Somme-in a little different. Cleansed . It was a lucid afternoon Straight out of my dreams We laughed and loved Feasting on Pepsi, popcorn, and poetry Drawing…
‘Just might’
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