Through a break in the trees Flows a tawny river Sanding the rock endlessly As a peerless carver. The jungle is not seen In the…
Leave a CommentThrough a break in the trees Flows a tawny river Sanding the rock endlessly As a peerless carver. The jungle is not seen In the…
Leave a CommentHis hands on my body, there cold like ice Sliding up my leg, it doesn’t feel nice I push him away; I tell him to…
Leave a CommentCome, graceful brittlebush And creamy globe mallow blooms. The winds of spring call you Again from the sandy tombs. Come, you dashing lupine And join…
Leave a CommentHere we go again I am washing my hands And there’s a spider hanging motionless On the mirror I am so used to them that…
Leave a CommentOnce this piece of paper was A part of an innocent tree Reaching for the sky As the rain helped it grow It soared to…
1 CommentI saw a woman emerge from a shadow With a sly demeanor and look about. Her sequined dress was aglow. She didn’t know I was…
Leave a Commentthe night empress sat upon her throne, matted by the endless void, decorated by the stars as she watches over the mortal world beneath while…
Leave a CommentMy honesty poem: Izabella Davis I was born into a crazy family! That makes me crazier. I don’t know how to live a perfect life…
Leave a CommentI’m going to keep climbing this mountain. I’ll fight through the blizzards, hill fires and even when the volcano erupts. I’m still going to be…
Leave a CommentGood morning, fair cardinal – How are you? How are your children? Your plumage is nearly outdone By the sun’s golden hue. The mattress is…
Leave a CommentForgive me, young dandelion. I did not feign disinterest. My mind has running thoughts That stole my attention. You only meant to be a friend.…
Leave a CommentIt was hefted upon a breeze – As in a warm, flowing current Through a sea of palo verdes – To search for an embankment.…
Leave a CommentBehold the marvelous wildflowers! How they boldly carpet a sloping glen – Our gift from Earth’s seasonal showers. Hardly is the desert recognizable Come March…
Leave a CommentAfter a morning of rain The grey skies didn’t depart They were stale with a promise of more We stayed inside hoping there was going…
1 CommentWinters are long Where my home began Fast until Only the groups Cut through the Winter
Leave a CommentSweet crickets, the tune You’re playing tempts me to sleep. By your tune I will drift off Better to a place dark and deep. The…
Leave a CommentApril – breezy and demure – Make yourself at home. I’ve kept some tea warm. Here is a seat of nature – A trunk on…
Leave a CommentBees labor not in vain For their task is plain. Listen – how they hum Around the myoporum. Purple buds then show forth Declaring their…
Leave a CommentAmong hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past Running aside the mission…
Leave a CommentOn Havana’s white shore – With each salt-infused whirl That agitates its border – Every sand is a potential pearl.
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