only the body dies
We are not dead Who live in love We’re the raise of dust The light dance dapples Dewdrops in the memory #photography bushboy photos
Read MoreRiddle riddle
What do you get If you cross the sky with a humming bird? A fly – ha ha What else? Unless you’re overcome by grass You goose! Image – Bushboy…
Read MoreWho knows how she fell
She didn’t want to find the known To follow in the way Footprints fade to one who flies Sands scattered by the coming tides Let steady fish find fact in…
Read MoreWho am I to say?
Asked for a short bio. Stopped & stumped (& short) Me, my life? Unmarried, childish, childless & boring Left on the shelf Plain blank pages But there’s my freedom Words…
Read MoreSkating on thin ice
Black ice reflects her mood So close to cracking from his heat As warmth inside her roils She is cool to his clime A lofty mountain, an ecstasy At the…
Read Morecolor runs
black, red, blue of the lesser periwinkle; indigo to purple prison, lilac lavender and love caught running from the rainbow, in pummeled prints a violet pain.
Read MoreWe all fall down
As petals fall To bloody thorns, So paper life Unwritten, Crumpled. To be cast aside & burned. But beloved resurrection. Ink & ashes, Blooming words, Snow white from Cinderella. A…
Read MoreThe sound of Beaches
Those hands on me, Leave me blue. Fingerprints of fear, To mark me as yours. Your private property. But I am not a beach. I’m the ocean’s roar. A bad-ass…
Read MoreMidnight muse
I’m maundering mud. Upon this commonplace. she happens. Not brown study muse. Awe of aboriginal. But Nubian ebony, Flows with whispers, Starry night. She’s beyond beautiful Arrested & bewitched, My…
Read Morebreaking cracks
He’s exciting to me. Holding me hard, intoxicating nearness; “I want to break you” he whispers and the thrill, part fear and exhilaration, sends me into paroxysms. Perspiration drips my…
Read MoreAmethyst beads
Misty clouds in amethyst Beads of moisture Droplets Sigh The rose has blue hints First blush reveals Her nakedness She’s simply sunlight
Read MoreKing of Crows
The king of crows. Poe’s raven rambling. Night was as long as a darkened sky & birds flew east while south wind shouted; What cannot fly must return his feathers.…
Read MoreRiddle roll
I am moving Ball on the ground I am bread But not sandwich Dice yet uncut Around and over I am on it
Read MoreRiddle Fairy
What am I Fairy light and frolicsome I wish without my reason My play, pretend My wishes, wistful Some call me fancy That quaint in behavior (Answer – whimsy)
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