Dream III 2 Replies splash’d was my mind with a whisper of hue on furlough of age forgotten of entities that never were and when my eyes yawn’d and left their pillow strain’d I my intellect only to remember none of it and still but a partial play in a future slumber Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Happy Holidays, Everyone! 1 Reply Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Privy Lamp Post Leave a reply where late evenings awaken the shadows reflections and whispering silence of her night life Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Ghost Citadel 2 Replies within these rampartsconverse the spiritsof fortress lifeof defendersof battles won to preserve that lifeof battles lost and lives lost this magical daydecipher’d their storiesinto song across the skyon the Backbone of Day Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Haven of Reflection 8 Replies where shadows of thoughts perceive irenic meaning and sleeps disruption Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Collision of Thoughts Unthinking (09-23) Leave a reply hear I sometimes the silent ones so mischaracteriz’d how are they? or why? to serve to rule to just pass time with me? possibly my presuppos’d control over them be their way of regulating my performances both regular and unnatural Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Kandy 7 Replies This is an oil painting I gifted to my neighbor, Robert. His small precious dog is old and slow and often has to be carried halfway through her walk— which is just fine with her. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Beak through Creed’s Egg Leave a reply ‘tis there? there ‘tis today– after years– the forces of concrete and prayer clashing with coincidence– till shone the holy rock like a pleasant sun all because the pleas were reply’d– not always to the fullness of the hope– but nonetheless reply’d– that another ear dwelt in some abstract region a challenge to a newer war– being belief enough versus th’ unsociable sloth, whose tongue be mostly paper Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...