The Old and The New ~ Memories and a Promise...

Friday, March 15, 2013

Reservation Return (A Winter Ride)

Buffalo grass breathing heartbeats of the wind is a pale orange and yellowed glow sweeping sweetly across mile after mile of sepia scape and mesmerizing my gaze the driver notices and tells me a story of being saved long ago... he was traveling through river ice in January and fell overboard his... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

An offering for Calia's Poetry Play

The promise of love shared true breaks strong and warm through and through every change of sight arced in leaden, teary cast, winter's bark or virgin bleus returning......all hues mass our divine sent yearning... Mine Dear One teaches: there is a power in the reality of hour singing sweet upon any... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

To Love is to Know...(My Truth)

Not many years ago on a soft spring eve aglow with the connection of romance when I was a strong and unencumbered danse, I was talking to a Blogit friend via cell and there was an odd exhale followed by a pause then a sigh heavy shuddered a farewell or so I once believed... he was still there,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Borrowing an idea From Utahjay and posting a personal favorite..:)

Quasi una Fantasia Universal - Beethoven's Dance Minuet of moon elevés dreamscape oe'r weald and heath where love played true our eyes as a candela once burning soul's leap yon mortal churning... Odyssey of key waltzed skies freeing tearfall upon delicacy of bliss lamenting recall held fierce unto... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Strum (Season Done)

Silence tunes the writer's fret, musing beauties of autumn leaves and sunset which turn upward sight toward scarlet blaze and jagged amber hints overlain by the ecstasy of empurpled gold haze their bittersweet mosaic slips away unto a wake of farewells unforgettable and carrying the imprints of... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Years Old, Short Story Start - Never Posted Before

Why do you want him, the man whose heart you confess to see beats true for me? I am deemed unworthy but your delusion is blinded to the depth and passions of my love rushing pure, no matter drought or anyone's doubt chooses instead to skate upon illusion (broken rays skim the surface of waters... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

More Hunger or Cook's Holiday

Left to their own devices, the man and his woman's vices were reading and often reciting passages of Shakespeare and Dylan Thomas gifting voice to old life and young death's compass (the fears they craved) he with a tenor born for stage undertones Welsh rich, ragged and clear she a steelier, higher... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

One Into The Other (Poets Meld)

Summer days of togetherness sated our need for each other those hours expressed a peace of joy deciphered profoundly through our psyche enmeshed with flesh those days fan the heat for thee within me on these long winter nights waiting We do not write fire for a meaning poetic we live flames of our... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

River Rhyme

Do you know all of these little snippets, rippling through mine fingertips -a swift and unchecked journey of poem- are simply pieces of my soul finding their way back home? Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Memory Blind (Carving Season?)

Where are the words once soaring as birds in rhythm with our gaze shattering through every prism of jaded perception and carnelian haze until we were freed unto a sky-bleu sin written upon ecstasy, joining our skin whilst we laughed, raged and cried the passion of flight carrying us beyond the... Sign in to see full entry.

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