A poem inspired by mystical things…
‘Write Your Dragon’
First pink—
the hot kind,
then blue—
the royal kind,
next red—
the rouge kind.
Poetry Mused by Beauty…
‘Bahut Sundar’
I’d like to see poetry in the clouds again.
Stitch the rain with curiosity and wonder.
Talk to a gnome where the blue fern grows.
Dreamwalk Dorado by crescent moon’s thunder…
‘The Growing Up Years’
They were the years I learned,
our hearts often travel of
their own volition,
with no permission slips
and little regard for the field trips
they take with our lives…
{A poetic dash of whimsy, magic and holiday nostalgia for the inner child in all.}
December breezes in with streams of snowy winds; candlelight and comfort rituals become the hymns which lend and send their sighs for winter’s darkest night.
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A voice floated in on a tangerine dream, confettied with flecks of white and gold: ‘It is safe to become and be seen as your highest expression of self.’
It’s a sunny day on the island, and though bird songs are always plentiful here, they seem to have increased tenfold over the last month. Riotous melodies and chimerical chirps accompany these words, reminding me to find the joy in day.
It has come to my attention lately, that I’m very good at getting ahead of myself in life.
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It is difficult to trust in uncertain times.
Trust Life. Trust the Process. Trust Spirit. Trust Higher Power. Trust that it will all work out.
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5 sections, 27 poems each. How do you know when something is finished?
Yesterday I counted up the content in each of my poetry book’s sections and found there are precisely 27 pieces in each.
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“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
-Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
One of the things that I love about poetry is that in the span of just a few short stanzas and phrases an entire story can be told.
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