Tag Archive: writing

Glory Golden

I am beckoned here. “Awake, dear soul, and breathe in.” Waste not a second. Sigh cannot contain this glory golden at dawn. “DO NOT slumber more!” “Do not let this go! Carry every… Continue reading

The Wonder

Oh to what is sleeping here, Heart of past in bones so clear, unknown shared in words on page paper shift, the ribbon gauged. It lingers now in breeze unseen A craftsman’s work… Continue reading

Excitifear

I don’t know What will come this way what longing has rendered what effort has toiled Words Phrases linked together Shapes, people, fashioned A tale tugging at heartstrings fictious, real cobbled, tossed into… Continue reading

Tomorrow’s hope

Swishing splash and feet are moved a carrying onward this sigh here wrapped in golden embrace it’s pause, lifts and purpose, hazy… dissipates, a flitting into breeze. All steps before random and aimless… Continue reading

Layered Breath

Beneath the layered breath the undisturbed softness lies in feathered smiling wink Mastery for the eyes Mere words cannot convey the delicate dance and lean enveloped frothy shades the welcome wisp is seen… Continue reading

Nameless

Out in the open You by my side, swiftly we march as air swishes, keeping pace, we stride into a new world thinking it is nameless, now. I am contented, Happy we are… Continue reading

So much

There is…so much I watch as sunlight dances on the ground, and wonder What WORLD is this? A Plague to stricken, Whose grip tightens A Light…bobbing in b r e a t h… Continue reading

In the Sinking

Venice is sinking, and I’ve got my pen but what of the words left to say? The swishing water now laps at the brow and brilliance has gone to decay. San Marco awakes,… Continue reading

Memory Markers

Memory markers I heard someone say and that moment, it hit me the most. While breathing break bliss did leave still much to do, But all dissolved easy with toast. I cannot determine… Continue reading

The ever-longing Road

A break and pause I take again, The endless words conveyed The holiday to rest and share Before the pitch is slayed. The ever-longing road I write, As characters take leave, And shopping,… Continue reading