Poem

A poem — “Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And ’tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.”— William Wordsworth A few sips a day, the periwinkle stem drank Before I knew it grew long roots without…

When blood sows land and tills the soil, the feet are dragged and the hands red in the sand. With a face you husk the corn and barley, With a face covered in bruises and freckles, digging pits inside the muscle. — Do we see where the truth lay, the kingdoms sway, and the plate comes near, so hard to see the gears shifts rotating? From plastics and chemicals, all burned and soiled. Is there someone looking more distraught and annoyed? …

A Tanka Poem —

Moon Dear Moon, Today I mourn again For every second that elapses Replaced with soon to be passed Dear Moon, There are so many rumors Roaring, Kick in Deep into my lungs Dear Moon, Once again I wail out Scream the boundless phrases Occupied by unnamed emotions Dear Moon, Tomorrow I'll tell you a story (again) Provide an alibi to stand apart from others While the truth showed my craving for the hearer

The lotus of the heart Planted in blessed soil Rests in a garden of natural green A calming spectrum for all to see Bless the lotus of the heart A healing rainbow for travellers afar Bless the lotus of the heart An essence that leaves a trailing spark and when the petals are ordained by the sun The lotus is no more

Humor/Poem Here’s a little something that we received today. Hubs is so darn thoughtful, as I just go “on my way.” We saw this on our recent trip last week down at the beach. It’s a “Calming Body Lotion” … It’s label sure does teach: “A herbaceous blend to help…

A Poem — and so it goes i acted without thinking again and maybe i hurt you without even realizing i was scorching a scar that was still healing and love poems don’t matter when your heart’s an abyss, a black hole, where nothing goes in and nothing comes out because time stood still that day…

The Sea A gentle sound vibrates through my ears I closed my eyes and savor all those cries Dejected, as if inviting me to be softhearted Found out, the ocean has collected the tears of the earth Gulls humming Fool around with their hidden prey As well as the sea breezing Dance playfully with my attire My toes look fidgety Buried by the beach's sand Seems like incredulity When being accepted just exactly kind

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