Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
may sleep come soonin this great dark chasm of emptinesstogether, alonedimly aware of the spaces between uswhispers become brayingan ass with that same old songI wish I could say: this too shall passinstead I join in, a melody of my ownsame lips thougheven in… Continue Reading “An Untitled Poem to Start Out September, Apparently”
black tar ribbon flowsmoves like waterracking up distancemy eyes yawnmind dartingthinking thinking thinkingmissing one, with hope I have no couragebravery: unknownworry, my companionbeauty (through my eyes)and fear (in my mind) braidingwhat if…what if…oh, what have I done? the ribbon flows onI, with my thoughts,ride… Continue Reading “The Endless Road”
Supreme peace and love fill my heart as I listen to dozens of birds warble and chirp and squawk and honk A special place, an island across a marsh, aged trees stand tall, some leaning with old age, aching for the changes they’ve seen … Continue Reading “Reflections from Bird Sanctuary Island”
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