This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.
Category: Love
what will the waves do with their fury?
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
Self-challenge, and… go.
I still don’t know where to start.
The Purest Gold
The clouds always part
This is How Love Is
For in the end,
Love Runs to Us,
Grasps Us,
And Refuses to Ever let Us go.
Sonnet XLIII – Unsparing
Whatever form that functions is the thing
That proffers wisdom, be it balm or sting.
transition
wisps of potential
precipitation
occlude
the sun’s rays,
goosebumping
my flesh
which was recently warm.
What a Trip – #SoCS
Little things piled up. Thing which, under normal circumstances, would have rolled off my back, but they ALL. HAPPENED. AT. ONCE.
No Shovel Required
Snow falls and then melts
Whatever.
Whatever.
Fractured Faces
Safe
in our certain
Somethingness…
A Book of Endless Pages – SoCS
Every day is a new page in a book of endless pages.
Deep Thirst
A Sauvignon BlancNearing our parched lips and tonguesSlakes a long dryness
Obscured
I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And … More
See Where I Might Land – SoCS
The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS) is: “let go.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind … More
Then I Will Bring a Boat
It seems my friends have Sorrows fit to Drown;
They’ve just enough Pure Joy to stay Afloat.
Win/Win?
Competing interests /
Often call for some losses /
Before both can win
Trapped in Amber
Trapped in
Amber,
Some things remain
Intact
For
Millenia.
‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
Away, aweigh, ’tis love which calls us forth;
The love which calls shall push us there as well.
When globe reveals what’s east, west, south or north
‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
Divine
I used to think
Divinity hid
behind clouds,
defying atrophy 