I am so pleased to announce that my poem, poplar seed, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
poplar seed
the apple orchard
lives along the shadows
of a love that lingers
sometimes in the gallows
of a destiny told to me
once upon a story made…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by habunman, Pixabay
I see love in you, and the sky blue
wishing upon a falling star
true
I wonder
about nature
and the love living inside my mind
though, this time
I relegate love to another line
of hope, as it lingers in the air
like mist carrying the sun
within its moist, and ever so toiled
breath, I dare
to challenge the moon, breaking apart
my heart
none
can prepare me for the agony
of life’s darkness
to me, each morning renewed
with starkness, so
I run, and run, and run, and, then
Stop.
and, wait at the end of the sun
where arises something new
as I reach out my hand toward you
Photo by cargirl2b, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, oblivion’s mist…, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. A big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
oblivion’s mist…
words cut from stone, it is your love shown,
resplendent and full of life,
calling me, it does,
twice
once before time began to run, like the rivers…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo Photo by WikiImages, Pixabay
the city slumbers, while the giant, along, lumbers,
taking respite, when, in times of trouble,
the mechanical birds, circle in the air,
speeding more than is, a trifle,
fair
spreading wings of love onto the land, protecting the visage
of the wear and tear, it is the darkness
prepared,
and
the light
responding
if they dare…
battle imminent, patrons vigilant, while across the land,
warriors gather, battle plans scrawled,
even as some
drawl
and
make
the last call
needed, as love and light prepare, some scared, others
ready for the nights, and the heights
of desperation
bared
to
each soul everywhere, they take formation, gathering under
the wings of justice, let ourselves stay present to
the life-affirming
sustenance
of the land, and within it, the love of our hearts,
together, sheltered, as
we whisper, this,
our final
prayer…
In response to the WDYS #112 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Kellepics @ Pixabay
a cabin retreat, along a placid lake, tucked in-
between the mountain pass,
a valley covered
in shadows
and
amid the sky, entranced…
mirror images, advance, wanting to be one,
breathing into the same intelligence,
not seen, only ever
present
to
the sheen, and magnificence of this moment,
taking in the splendor we’re
afforded
we allow our hearts to open, as love is displayed
so generously to everyone,
awarded…
In response to the WDYS#109 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Pixabay (free images)
