Some verbal poetry- Ojibwa prayer
Never enough whiskey she told me Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear… Continue reading
Originally posted on arwenaragornstar:
This is going to be one of those posts: an unpopular one on WordPress. I don’t care, I’m hungover but I have a few jumbled thoughts I want to…
Love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear… Continue reading
Originally posted on Purplerays:
“ The budstands for all things,even for those things that don’tflower,For everything flowers,From within,Of self-blessing;Though sometimes it is necessaryTo reteach a thing its loveliness,To put a hand on its…
Originally posted on Collecting Coffee:
Aetna the Sicilian Nymph… Was no push over… As a mom..to her son…. Zeus … The god of geysers and hot springs.. Known for his.. Angry outbursts…. She…
Grandfather’s rose bushes My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses. … Continue reading
You are my Spring time Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your… Continue reading