Posted on February 23, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Disperse Stir passion with your verse, Make winds of storm, clouds blown. These clouds which then disperse, To far skies yet unknown. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Syrah Tonight we make sweet wine. What a bounty for us; Syrah fresh from the vine. A red gift from Bacchus. [....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Wings How a bird remembers the mapped travel, Such a marvelous thing! And we journey, lost, on the gravel, Oh, to fly under the wing. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016February 23, 2016 / Haiku Drizzle Wind stirs through the trees, Rain clouds begin to drizzle, Just a deceased fly. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016February 23, 2016 / Haiku Bat A cave, utter black, The deepest abyss of dread, A lone bat flies blind. [....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on February 23, 2016February 23, 2016 / Haiku Winter Sun Woke up asking why, The cold surrounds my soul, For the winter sun. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 21, 2016February 23, 2016 / Poetry What a Feeling to Photograph Please, cipher my handwriting, Never turn a single page, The aura is inviting. Wrap me in your finest sage. My pillow of old letters, Blanket of distinguished prose, My bedclothes of stained betters, My dreams of higher shadows.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 21, 2016 / Poetry Bottled Red blindfold and green sparks, Fast jazz and dancing free, Soft wine and wilted parks, Yet another draftee. Capture me, my muses, Bottle my fates for joy. In ecstasy and abuses, Forbidden whipping boy.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 21, 2016 / Poetry Lucidity The wind changed, and rocks floated to the sky, Lucidity of the waking hours. Blackened with absinthe and old thoughts dry, In ivory shell, bathing in putrid flowers. The joy of stale forgotten memories,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 21, 2016 / Poetry Revolution One dangerous idea and fickle time, With autonomy and leisure for all, From intricately and sound woven rhyme, As the congeries desert the town hall. A man stands with vital rebirth, Wages silent war on a chimera,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
