Tag Archives: Prompt Nights
“Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson “Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing…” – John Ruskin .. It breaks, this day. Open, like an egg. In golden strings, strummed as song. … Continue reading
.. Spring flings herself forward in falling blossoms, sacred sun, singing trees. We daisychain hands, loop strains of song. Plant poems. Sometimes, the robin hums along. .. Prompted by Prompt Nights with Sanaa over at A Dash of Sunny. … Continue reading
.. This poem is Poe -seidon, all salt, and quake. For Thor’s sake, give it a hammer, a helmet, an underworld, a mountain. A fountain of youth. The truth, in the shape of something golden, or great. But hurry. This … Continue reading
.. Written for Prompt Nights over at A Dash of Sunny.
. Forgive me my lost muchness, my lost touch with all in -sanity. I find that I can only listen now to stars, the twinkling inklings of this sage sky. I also think these trees have some small thing to … Continue reading
.. Oh, sweet spontaneous earth and all things new and now and wow, I wish I were more go with the flow than plot and plan and wring my hands. Oh, to be more bloom than doom, more song than … Continue reading