As planets align…
. As planets align, I look for a sign… A hint, a clue Anything will do. Because as hard As I might dream, My hope for better days Is ever so lean. This soft longing coo, From me, to you… Is a wish we could bind As planets align.
Category: poetry
Missing me.
. Let me just Steal a breath From your lips… Just a breezy sip Of sweet life. Please, give me a kiss. I won’t indulge Oh, I wouldn’t, That I promise… And before you know it You’ll be the one Who misses, Me.
Whisper…
. I whisper A whisper… I sigh A sigh… A lovely Love letter Breathed To your ear in your sleep. I hand-wrap Cheek-blushing promises, Of a funfair Roller-coaster life. The ball Is now on your side, Love… Do you really wish To die without Knowing What that would have felt like?
What I loved… (May 20th FFF)
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading What I loved… (May 20th FFF)
After Eight Moments…
. Forget me not… For I am fragile, but I got stamina, Love me for what I am Not what I look like…. My treasure just isn’t Skin deep. . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a recently…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
After Eight Moments…
. Dandelions… Mother Nature’s Humblest tribute To the return Of king Sun’s Warmth. . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a recently bloomed dandelion!
Perfect sunset…
. Sweet city sunsets,Warming my spring evenings.With your orange range.
Sweet memories…
. Oh sweet memories, Tickling my heartstrings…. You are a ghost-like Violin player, Turning the Past Into a sugar coated symphony. Who knows What the future will bring? Maybe, hopefully I’ll again hear That joyous tune again.
After Eight Moments…
. At the first explosion Of Spring, I suddenly remember That I speak Magnolia… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a majestic magnolia tree in full bloom!
After Eight Moments…
. This is not Just spring… This is Hope Dressed in its Softest shades! . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on tiny pastel colored flowers. My very first of this springtime!
Cyranny's Cove 