Little sin.
Little sin. Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin in a life filled with work and… Continue reading
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My ambrosia.
My Ambrosia. Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a coming. You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in deep thoughts. I… Continue reading
I am not blue no-more.
I am not blue no-more. “Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die. It not fine to dance and sing when the bells of death do ring— Unknown writer” “Fair is… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here, and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
Negative words do not help.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are… Continue reading
Time will steal everything we known and we loved.
1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and once, we adored love. Time… Continue reading
Poets don’t complain. They write.
1-Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wildflowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the light.Hiding no… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday.
The echoes of yesterday. I wonder do we listen to the echoes? The echoes of yesterday, I can hear them whispering to me. Be kind. The echoes of tomorrow telling me. Walk softly… Continue reading
Fable love.
Fable love. I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer. She was a painter; part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading