Painted memories…
Painted memories…. My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth.I have so many canvases of us.You and I.Mirror reflections finding proper place.I have told the midnight hour.I need the honey kiss of a perfect beauty.… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: March, 2021
“A hint of pale gold” #poem #poetry #verse #writing
Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A hint of pale gold Pierced the dark blue Of the dying night sky As it slowly ebbed with fatigue And did silently fade While lights of salmon pink Began to flicker at the…
La notte si fa chiara
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Cristina Robles, Ophelia Un’altra poesia tratta dalla mia raccolta “Donne sole” pubblicata sul prestigioso blog di Titti de Luca https://poesiainrete.com/2021/03/30/la-notte-si-fa-chiara-perche-ofelia-marcello-comitini/ La notte si fa chiara. Perché Ofeliatorni alla nostra…
Healing Herbs of Brittany
Originally posted on Bonjour From Brittany:
Herbs and plants once played a key role in the traditional medicine of Brittany, being employed in a wide variety of remedies to treat all manner of…
The great Harry Chapin and some words.
Once upon a time I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading
A memory, a story…
A memory, a story…. ———————————————————– Everything… In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly.You were my 2 am… Continue reading
The winding road
Winding road… Old world making me tire, it seem we all are weaving and moving, not going no-where.Just keeping above the deep waters of life. Once I was hell and turmoil, now I’m… Continue reading
Halcyon Days *
Originally posted on Poetic Thoughts:
early days of spring, this fever begins, settling itself within, concentration withheld. watching petals as they drift past partially open window. drifting sweet scent, borne by early morning…
The storm… Written in 1988.
The storm A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm… Love can be like a gentle rain and love can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading
Waterfall….
Waterfall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some words “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp”Robert. Waterfall… “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp” The night is silence, old heart awry… Continue reading