Friday, July 4, 2008
My name is Troosha...and I AM a poet!
Morning The thumbs of mist and haze rub the morning light into day The sunrise like a flock of birds on fire kisses each eyelid stirs the tidal pools of the fear we rage against We slip and merge into seas of tranquility The banshee moan of the roaring winds of daybreak resonates through the fine...
Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Do you ever feel like you're digging yourself out of a dark hole?
"Cornucopia" by Nicholas Rougeux Splendour Oh, the memories she buries Building new ones with each new day Sweet slumber still beyond reach for there is no salve to placate the sting of condemnation There is no greater enemy than self doubt second guessing No fast lane or passing lane The embers of...
Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
So I thought surely I could write a poem about Canada. It was a challenge..
Songs in the key of Canada* with the sin of pride showing through Silent artistes whistling not Dixie but quiet patriotism instead We sing in muted volumes and carry a humble tune of Garry Oaks and mighty cedars of new born vineyards and miles upon miles of swaying wheat of vastness aglow beneath a...
Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
It’s Canada Day and today we celebrate our country…
Two of Canada’s great artists: KD Lang singing a song written by Leonard Cohen. A powerful song, if you have the time...
Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Mondays don't always come with the blues ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nectar Extraordinary the wave of warmth that washes over me when I look into your eyes when I touch your cheek or catch a fallen tear Your sweet breath upon my face as our lips meet as our hearts waltz into the night ignites delights pasteurizes my sorrows into the glorious nectar of life A...
Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Damn that gravity anyway - doesn't it ever give up?
Gravity In the silver blue; that faint haze between wrong and right which cozies up against the pastel pallor of uncertainty we hear the sound of our voice unspoken Paradise dreams and aspirations reverberate off the walls; empirical evidence gravity does exist and persists even in the silver blue...
Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
...here's another one I think I'd like to put in the "book" ...
Weave Silver strands of silky thread carefully woven into the fabric of our being Warp and weft intertwined kissing at the crossroads manipulating themselves into countless variations of human horoscope Looms looming awaiting skillful birth of living legend Told in countless iterations of creative...
Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, June 27, 2008
A dear friend of mine died yesterday (Katelyn's uncle). I have to break
the news to her today. She had a very tender and special relationship with this man. It's going to break her heart.... Weep In sorrow’s hollow our heart does break and weeps a retching weep The stillness of your vanishing carves lines upon our soul as if to etch your life An imaginary finger traces...
Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Some days I'm creeped out about growing older yet on other days I view it
as an opportunity to live my life to the fullest... and to live each day with purpose. Secrets There upon twisted feet stands secrets arising Nobility hidden behind weakened posture and hunched over shoulders; burdens carried for miles upon miles There behind resplendid eyes undercurrents of violet...
Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
“He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence” ~ W.D. Howells
Volume I hear the swells in the corner of my mind They dare me and deafen I hear the tide softly swaying in and out as though to beckon my meandering mind I hear the moonbeam in all its crispness Its pointed finger seducing me The high pitch of visceral and solemn sentience has me reaching for the...
Sign in to see full entry.
