Originally posted on WORDS IN THE LIGHT:
It’s not only children of Autumn who can make a bouquet of Memories and write a November poem. When the wind calmed down I went to…
Hold me I’m crying and I’m dying. Once great man knew everything and he learned. He knew nothing. He made money for rich people and large companies. Forty years of work and… Continue reading
Did I ever love you? Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. “Love… Continue reading
Dear November I liked the cold days of November, slower days and the kind earth fall into deep rest. The season of Autumn, a grand teacher. We learn, grand nature will die… Continue reading
Originally posted on Charmed Chaos:
? Metamorphosis of life Metamorphosis of butterfly Butterfly dreams Butterfly wings Wings of love Wings of silk Silk purse Silk robe Robe of deceit Robe of lies Lies,…
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.