october
a distant knock heard beyond Spring low hum of summer october seeds drown the mind winter dreaming awash in yellow petal captured
Vidur has a new poem!!
Here is another Vidur drop-dead gorgeous poem that is ethereal to my mind… he takes you on a journey of flight. And as painful his words to read, they are equally beautiful ✍🏼❤️ Love as a token, worn raw and bled on paper. I like, no love, this poem very, very much!! It is a…
set apart
she died before she ever lived and in time watched the sun rays beam upon the rock where nothing breathes… from starkness came blind men running
break through
don’t listen to her chaos heart spirals downward cowers in comfort numb fingers touch skin outsiders peering within lewd lips lick her sin notice more than she… rather dark… another spark desperately hoping… i thought he had gone… rampage… i couldn’t sit still flying words swarm me
Hate on me… i lied
What am i doing here this morning? Did i not say i was gone from WP? Well a thought entered my head after reading a post in a closed group i belong to on FB… and decided to share here as well. So, what is the group? Survivors of Suicide. A group i did not…
absence in wake
Look. Do you see? This picture of me. Look. I once stood in such a door. My vow to not share. My sacred word. My vagrant thoughts. I break the rules. So am i desperate against myself? I truly want to be alone. Do you believe me? I think not. What will any of this…
meditation on friday evening (alone)
what becomes of summer when it is the air we dread anticipation as the ripples form ice yesterday was common now all sound releases energy to gas bend near, dear scrape the fear leave marks of roots tangled your reaching fingers on high tide stir the memories deep inside glass houses and yellow rooms gleaming…
dreams so wrong
never thought of wishes bad memories is all when words carved of wood petrified stone perched on oak branches stop the dangling swing push her legs, pumping of sprouted wing the sun made all the difference in a light rest lying in a dark tomb of books she turned the pages gently, torn worn of…
personal musings unleashed…
Call me mad, crazy, or whatever you like… but i have a theory. Being out in the greater world, beyond social media, i witness polite calmness. People caring for each other. Yesterday morning I hiked with the Boxborough Birders and witnessed a phenomenon i thought was all but disappeared. The ocean wave phenomenon where natural…
Thursday Door(s)
Realized i have not put up any of my door pictures of late… so, cheers, to the WP door fanatics… and quote gurus. “And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldn’t stop.” -A.A. Milne…
