Like the moon moves the ocean
Like petals draw the bee
Like dawn wakes the songbird
Your love’s compelling me
Like petals draw the bee
Like dawn wakes the songbird
Your love’s compelling me
Category: Poetry
Magic Hour
Amber gold
Sun wraps the day
In magic hues
A gift to put away
In darkest places
And there stay wrapped
‘Til morning comes
End of Day
The sun’s come ’round
To end the day
Light conceding
Night repealing
To end the day
Light conceding
Night repealing
In the darkness
That’s to come
A world revealed
Which can’t be viewed
It’s heard
And touched
It’s smells ignored
When eyes can see
This old bridge
This old and rickety bridge
Which it seems I’ve been on forever
Must some day end
And leave me on the other side
Which it seems I’ve been on forever
Must some day end
And leave me on the other side
One mile at a time
Anchored to my desk
And the responsibilities required
To live another 10,000 days
And the responsibilities required
To live another 10,000 days
I long for the road
And its gift of living
One mile at a time
Mistress and Lover
Darkness
Seductive mistress
She beckons me
With enigma
Riddles
Possibilities unimaginable
Promises of revelation
Both disturbing
And thrilling
Seductive mistress
She beckons me
With enigma
Riddles
Possibilities unimaginable
Promises of revelation
Both disturbing
And thrilling
But light
Sweet lover
Always generous
She seeks me
In the dark places
Offers illumination
Insight
Beauty boundless
Marking the pathway
To epiphany
Through the Backcountry
A gentle road
Through the backcountry
Of unexplored territory
Brings me tranquility
And inexpressible pleasure
Through the backcountry
Of unexplored territory
Brings me tranquility
And inexpressible pleasure
Channel ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #59
Sometimes
The circumstances of existence
Confine my course
Constrict my flow
I become turbulent
Tear at the channel
Jump its banks
Flood, destructively
Without direction
The circumstances of existence
Confine my course
Constrict my flow
I become turbulent
Tear at the channel
Jump its banks
Flood, destructively
Without direction
Honey on Burnt Toast
Sometimes
Reciting aphorisms and positivity
In bad times
Is like spreading honey
On burnt toast
It’s sweeter
But the toast is still burnt
And it tastes like shite
Reciting aphorisms and positivity
In bad times
Is like spreading honey
On burnt toast
It’s sweeter
But the toast is still burnt
And it tastes like shite
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