euston again
at play once again in a salacious meadow for the sake of joy Continue reading euston again
Category: poetry
haiku you
us, i, me, they, we can be more than he, so vote for democracy Continue reading haiku you
moonlight and mom
a breeze blows through me as the temperature drops nights no longer spent drenched in sweat, summer as it turns to fall away cool breezes blow through open windows, through rooms, locked inside from hot days and nights tumbleweeds of golden Irish hair from gawd knows where, bumping into Rose’s old rubber while rising, good as new and if life were so simple admiring the … Continue reading moonlight and mom
twinkling lights of another august night
last eve musing in the garden a little high a little low was i silent listening to tree frogs and cars the sounds of life that other village and time flickers through the trees taunting me cross the river hot summer days a teenage me longing to be set free now in the thick of it eyes closed a gentle breeze and twinkle lights here hidden … Continue reading twinkling lights of another august night
as the wind thru trees
that breeze passed thru the leaves one to another telling stories for the rain washed away yesterday, gone with that wind, again {{ oOooomMm }} Continue reading as the wind thru trees
bee on milkweed
i love bee bum and cannot lie ~ for my tummy i want your honey Continue reading bee on milkweed
to stand in the rain
it is soothing to stand in the rain on a hot day it is cleansing to stand with my back to the brick wall letting it wash away whatever it is liberating forgiving nourishing through me over me it is the sound of it on the sidewalk outside my door that drew me out Continue reading to stand in the rain
within
though a door in the closet under the stairs through the looking-glass an abandoned mansion that lay inside old velvet walls beckon me towards dusty corners up the winding stair where more neglect lies hidden from my view, no more ignoring the darkness inside will consume you and goes past unaware ** ~~ ** ~~ ** ~~ ** [photo courtesy WP Free Photo Library] Continue reading within
a Hoya from Rumi
years ago now, Mom’s bestfriend gave me a Hoya from the one that hung in Grandma’s kitchen and at the base of the pot she wrote a Rumi quote however, Hoyas and I don’t see eye to eye and i killed it long ago other things have resided until last year and it was left outside and yesterday afternoon the 1st of May it came … Continue reading a Hoya from Rumi
i see
this grey day and there is no dawn sky, the trees sway back and forth blowing in out Continue reading i see
i am gone
before the dawn is awoken, and through the park on my way to work ~~~~~~~~~~~ // ~~~~~~~~~~~ for the WPC AWAKENING Continue reading i am gone
looking out
thru a lens i see Euston, in the mid-day sun of a new spring day inspired by the WPC :: FAVOURITE PLACE Continue reading looking out
just Rose and i
the clear blue sky would rather be than most anywhere with her wheels underneath instead of my feet the parkway unfolds for me, the river at my side wind on my face and not a trace of him, you, them, or otherwise as i just ride ~~ * ~~ * ~~ for the WPC :: i’d rather be… Continue reading just Rose and i
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