Pacific Perch 1 Reply drawn to me you be till be seen the words below which speak for themselves Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
When Skies Collide Leave a reply atmospheres with wound’d sails pelt’d by unseen winds rouges runaways innocent bystanders many having lost touch from family flocks or be it their dress rehearsal an opera of imagination for surface eyes Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Hear the Waters Leave a reply transfix’d my senses on the soft chatter blowing amidst snow-patch’d rock and woodland folk with the dream the hope the celebration of their company for many tomorrows Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Light Bussing Tears 3 Replies a stray breath from a slumbering sun refracts against a lost lamb of mist enjoys a last look into a newborn mirror ere diving into th’ outside and composing the genesis of a rainbow ne’er to be Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
PunkRocker at Morning Meal Leave a reply Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Egowall Leave a reply if the season of stars and that of suns can arm in arm down time’s corridor if their campfires in faint crawl can mirror winks if hemlocks, disabl’d to tread, can yearn thru the compost and wind, and be fulfill’d in fire’s absence then why do we, so appris’d of them, ponder to afford or not a hand in bloom, an orb’s regard, a welcome? how drunk are we enslaving wisdom, in order to pit celebrity against the self! Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Sharing A Bath Leave a reply Making Room for Two Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Passion Key (from the Time Capsule) Leave a reply fronds of amethyst spellbound by a fragrance from heaven whins of sapphire tittering on a clear night tendrils of turquoise in song to a warm heart the ruby of a rainbow the star of a summer’s rain it is You Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...