Runt
can love nestle in those eyes
a jack-pot after barren years
or is she too good to be true
the focus of my usual fears?
steeping-stones above water
bulb straining at level loam
sun-rise parting mountains
iron boss on shield of Rome
a look is better than nothing
potent a moment's glance
river hot with fragile elvers
cold steel of knightly lance
turq...
Sunday 27th September 2020 11:18 am
The Writer's Plight
For some, the writer's plight may be staring at a blank page, fear of rejection, or resistance presented in various forms. For me, the writer's plight is being available morning, noon, and night to welcome a steady stream of pop-in visitors with expectations of providing conversation, cooking, cleaning, even childcare for hours on end.
With a Mona Lisa smile, I weigh the importance of what my d...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 4:23 am
Bellow
I could fill a barren sea
full of tears I've shed
for a moment with you.
I learned to focus only
on the good it led to.
What purpose does it serve
to open old wounds
except to serve the
greater good.
So, I bellow not
unless it can be
a beacon
for mermaids
coming ashore.
Sunday 27th January 2019 6:09 pm
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