Artwork Donated By ©️Francisco Bravo Cabrera For “One Petal At A Time”, Now Part of Our Art Collection Family Forgiveness Fall burns my flesh like rusty shades of her leaves. I cocoon in sorrow’s labored breath as I dine on erstwhile memories. My presence fades as echoes of yesterday’s nagging whispers seep through outworn cement…
Tag: Winter
Wild Blue Yonder Now Live on Hotel
Wild Blue Yonder Inhale the air, youthful caution as tiny bare feetrun to co-exist where love and honey verily meet. Brush against the rawness of our transitory earthbeguile new winter wind to sniff out a virgin birth. Sink your feet into the soil of Earth’s great cover,tossed and ensnared as a beloved and…
TREES LEAN
Winter winds weep as they lay their sorrow in the folds of my dress Crows bleed feathers as their skin grows loose from painful hunger Brown eyes deposit luster within a hollow oyster where the sun hides Sepia runs a palette of winter grays upon the face of a swollen clown Whitewashed boulders bleached from a tired sun, mark her…
My New Poem “My Muse” Live On Spillwords
My Muse tales of fervidness ringchurch bells echo lovecrimson clover twig bendsto highlands freezing winter winds sliding near you, my loveflowers petals tumblingas our warming winter bodiesmeet in the middle with our teasing lips To continue reading, please go to Spillwords, and be sure to like and subscribe. Thank you Dagmara and staff for this…
“Flicker Of Sun In Winter” Now Live On MasticadoresUSA
nature calls moss curls beneath fledgling toes trees whisper tales of new saplings her name ricochets off her bark sap ascends birds indulge flavorful nectar sitten on statuesque willow oak, she listens To read the rest of this post, please go to MasticadoresUSA. Thank you, Barbara, for this publication. Barbara will review my new book,…
“Tardy Morning Sun” Now Live On Spillwords Press NYC
damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare feet her heart dangling from a pale elbow in a drowsy fog besieging her as tears hymn, turning to ice on cold flesh five months passed since her husband was planted to earthly rest laying by the lake,…
my new poem “Sycamore” Now live on MasticadoresIndia ( Now called ChewersMasticadores )
skin barren exposing my dense white trunk as I sighcolor falls from me as the cold earth is bitingabsent my ample blanket to shelter birds passing by To continue reading “Sycamore,” visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ). To read more of MasticadoresIndia please visit and be sure to follow and subscribe!
