So much depends on the placement of a hand arising passion cracked facade as the world breaks in Is bliss possible when corpses fill parks what a witness from a distance can say walls close in As traps always do right before the end
“It’s a kind of magic…” Queen Would I were Gandalf, facing the Balrog, crying, “You shall not pass!” Or Merlin, confronting Morgan Le Fey, before Arthur’s doom. Or any mystic, empowered against #Corona. But I am only a poet. My words must be magic enough. raindrops another deep […]
Did you imagine, for even a moment, that I was anything else but wild? None domesticate me. I’m untamable. But don’t be afraid! I am for you. Always. fiery tongues an unceasing wind buffeting a house “illuminated by the grace of the Holy Spirit…” (The last line is […]
Five days before winter solstice. Another winter storm bears down. Snow and ice promise a messy commute. But soon, the last glow of the shortest day will shine. Then the dark of the longest night will follow. seasonal lights the gloom of gathered clouds for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille […]
Get up. I can’t. You can. Get up. I’m too exhausted. Too defeated. You breathe. You live. You’re not defeated. How can I? I fall a thousand times. Then get up a thousand and one. Another breath Somehow, my feet underneath I arise again for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka […]
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