What’s her name? Simple question from mother to son – recognizing the love-lifted joy of his countenance. I cannot tell, said he, you’ll ask too
Category: poetry
Growing Wings
Even as we let go of that which no longer serves our hearts grow wings. ***** I am venturing into new territory, and have established
Blame It On the Moon
Lethargic, you say – it is the moon’s withdrawal that compels this wane – the current that runs between defying gravity, depleting – no sense
Soul’s Flight
Flight wondrous, white uplifting, embracing, alluring, deeply stirring my soul – escape. (Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s 5-line challenge: Didatic Cinquain. Click on
Stirred
Unheralded, an apparition in white – wings enveloping, uplifting soul cries, voiceless, powerless – no pause on perfection she follows coastlines while I travel roads,
Sexy Sailed
Born brilliant, and good looking, he had me dancing, fevered – red cat woman, I am porcelain, prisoner, cup fishing, long to explore dark words
