Childless Tents Kisses like sun dropsdipped in sweet pollen,play youthful cheeksplump with wonder. Faithless somber notesof sorrow yet tarrylost atop the velvet backof an anxious Buckeye. Goldenrod is changingfor Fall calls her new palette,and aging fawns in toastedwoods, seek their lost spots. Funnel spiders dot lawnslike lifeless, white hair-nets perched as childless tentson strands of fading…
Tag: Dreams
“Lone Dream” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Lone Dream days I acquiesce to God, a lividity prints itself upon my headage summons memories, of starving cats, playing pennywhistles in an alleymy pen spreads ink, keen to write peculiar dreams, as I slumber on a barren bed To continue reading, please visit HotelMasticadores and be sure to like, subscribe and share.
Empty wagon
EMPTY WAGON not just any gypsy would lay their breathupon the resentful ground to calm itjasmine lulling orange flowerspurr, blue notes, to her mare long, lean legs glide across the beastcapturing wind as tears lay saltupon barnacle beds asleepawakening a yearning racing in white shadows of a captive moonhooves in shiny waters, her curls flywhite…
My New Poem “Sunflower – A New Page” Live On MasticadoresUSA
I am a sunflower golden, proud, and tall dancing playfully toward the bright sun no longer living in the land of the small Dots of death at night bees that can sting mom sewing me shut to curtain my truth No longer huddling up a cowardly thing Hiding my food in panties so I could…
My New Poem “Red Poppy” Live on MasticadoresUSA
electricity surges from your auburn hairmen thirst for your flesh like a ripe pearsecrets warily etched in red ink on pillowseek wisdom from God’s weeping willow acquiesce to their tenders as you dareas Samson, strength births in your hairsecure your hopes, dreams, and poweroh exquisite poppy, you glorious flower To read the rest of my…
My Poem “Tribute to the Forest” is my first published work on Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine
Disentangling my body as my spirit flows without restraintthrough the dreams of the elusive creatures of the blessed forest.My skin touches tiny petals of love that float freelyas cottonwood trees have turned the forest into a winter’s land.As their fleecy white seeds blow into my dreamland with a subtle gustreminiscent of the exquisite white feather…