I have walked this path all winter. Lackluster is how I would describe it, but it is an easy stroll and provides much needed leg stretching. The rains have come and I dare walk the path; a muddy river bottom. I see little shoots of green beginning to rise from the soil and the treesContinue reading “Path Of Change”
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On The Tracks
On the tracks our love was revived;a private compartment;for two.The train, it seems, served to provideambience for ardentpursuit. Diligent planning we had made;for a trip producinglandscape.The scenery would be betrayedby the train’s seducingescape. Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Destiny, prompts us to write a “momento.” A ‘memento’ is a poem about a holidayContinue reading “On The Tracks”
Depth or Reflection
Gaze through the windows to my soul.You may observe the presence that is squirming beneath the surface;Searching for a dark corner within which to retreat;Attempting to hide from the scrutiny of your stare.It shivers at the prospect of being discovered;Sharing its truths and its secrets;Exposing its vulnerability.Or… perhaps, all you see is your own reflection.Continue reading “Depth or Reflection”
Nice Man
Girls playoutside. Can’t be more than the age of five. The hot sun beats on their feet. They watch a mint melt on the street. The man in the car, he seems nice. One of the girls does not think twice,when all he wants is a quick handshake. Somehow she makes a break. Two youngContinue reading “Nice Man”
Pick Me A Wildflower
Would you pick for me a fresh wildflower?Any of the many colors will do.A yellow cluster as a bright sunshower. Perhaps some white lace or a blossom in blue.An exotic bloom might be compelling;Though the native flora are quite nice too;A tall stemmed flower like the vendors are selling;Of course the choice is up toContinue reading “Pick Me A Wildflower”
Essence
Strip away the armor;Raw.Exposed.Peel away the many veils;Naked.Humble.Wipeout the programming;Open.Free.Here I am!There you are!
Nature Boy
Little nature boy;Impossible to stay cleansed;Mud is your grindstone. A ‘Senryu’ written in response to W3 Prompt #50: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Jane Aguiar. The poem must include the word impossible.
Yellow Eyes
Yellow eyes watching,Observing the observer,Lost in their beauty. Written in response to dVerse author Sarah’s poetry prompt: Everything yellow.
No Control
I know it appears I’m staring incoherently as I process the meaning of those jarring words. I understand what is happening; likely better than the specialists surrounding my bed, uttering conciliatory sentiments. These well-intentioned practitioners are determined to make me complacent. It is not an issue of coming to terms with my predicament. It’s aContinue reading “No Control”
Killdeer
She begs the predator moves along;For the protection of her young.Her mate often by her side;But he is searching for food.Gone! Will the hunt be successful?When he returns, her young shall beg for nourishment.Will it be too late? The predator approaches the ground-built nest,The killdeer has but one option, offering herself,She abandons the nest andContinue reading “Killdeer”
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