Daily Archives: November 17, 2015
frozen gray sky weeps, waiting still for indigo to unzip the clouds. .. Be sure to head over to dVerse and see what Toni has to say about haiku. Very insightful, especially for … Continue reading
.. Some days ………I sit at these keys for hours, ……only to find they don’t unlock ……………anything at all. … What do I miss? The ease of writing. The urgency of getting some amazing down on paper before it’s … Continue reading
.. as are all things …of beauty, strength, mystery; all whisperings of murmuration and murder, all gatherings ………of trees and seed ….and song. . Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 17.
.. Oh, the anticipation. The itchy fingers and the listening mind. The stirring of coffee, muse and time. Oh, the procrastination. The organization of desk and drawer. The obsession over unfinished chores. Oh, the celebration when a few words kern … Continue reading
.. This poem is parched, too un -starched around the edges to iron out any small thing. It’s never gonna be a book or a song or a bright green meadow or a quiet spring. It’s pouting and peeling, feeling … Continue reading