“Arms upheld to the heavens, waving
a tearful goodbye to bygone days and
nights snuggle down as a quilt envelops
the body and soul of shivering oneness
I tremble so yet in constant remembrance…” Continue reading Subtle Sobrieties of Season
“This endless dispersion of sorrow and loss
leaves you gripped in disconsolate pain
as daggers of the blue devil haunt your days
a viral contagion raping your soul…” Continue reading Daggers of the Blue Devil
“Now close your eyes and intensify
the arousal awaiting your palate’s delight
imagine a heat so consuming inside
deeper, deeper it goes, you can’t wait…” Continue reading Ribeye the Sea
“Footsteps fall deftly, nimble in passage
while murmurs of peacefulness grace my being
in lands of sobriety, heartful giving
nature rises and fateful falls” Continue reading Serenity of Souls
“Summer rains divide a languid sky of darkened pallor, winds prevailing
Southerly gasps exhaling downpours, mournful sighs, oppressed relieving
Lakehead waters, cleansing torrents, cloudbursts end as portals open…” Continue reading The Ultimate Promise of Hope & Connection
“coverlets of warmth and comfort
veils of luster glistening
o’er pebbles bathed, in smoothness aged
awash as blankets, tumble tide
veneer gentility of stone
and, alas, in charmed refine
seduction of the sea…” Continue reading Tidal Gentility of Stone
“Through stands of tall grass and brambleberry
under tree limbs’ canopy, low, then yielding
A wide berth of passage, a railroad spanning
nearly far as the eye could see and mind imagine…” Continue reading In the Passage of our Years
“Patchwork quilting in mottled tiffany
chilled to the finger touch, warmth to the soul
Outcrops bathed in layered cellophane
lower into darkness of depths below…” Continue reading Tiffany Blues
photo c/o Bing Search; source unknown ~ Walk upon the soils beneath your weary feet whereupon, do you sense a metaphysical being Is there warmth and support upon the place in which you stand are you merely here or there … Continue reading What if Tomorrow Never Came?
“These days of never-ending reminder
cast shadows of longing, faint whispers goodbye
As clouds in their moonlit bathe drifting silent and
solemn, slip away to the darkness of night…” Continue reading Beauty in Sorrow
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