The Truth About Atlantis
If only sadness were a storm; an angry rush of torrential downpour to leave me breathless; a Poseidonic fury to wreck me asunder, but, sadness is a gentle wave lapping …
Category: Free Verse
Crossing the Rubicon
gnarled knees of bark moan softly through the voice of autumn’s breeze tremored silhouettes hold silence mimicking rippled frequencies tugging at the expectation of a breathless journey an unassuming span …
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[ thoughts, like a breeze ]
thoughts, like a breeze, soar currents across space – to linger within us innately viewed they offer a sense of truth to unending choices ethereal voices that whisper ghostly messages …
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[ take a moment to step aside, ]
take a moment to step aside, stand upon the footpath- lean against a wall, and look, just look at the long rusted chains of unbroken footsteps. look at the man …
I Saw Poetry Today
I saw poetry today flying calmly in the wind, rested on a toddler’s shoulder and with two precious hands he studied it front to back. It twinkled in an old …