Trespass — Poet’s Corner
As I peer through the hole enlarged by tiny pecks the bird’s white face gazes up warily feathers spread wide over her nest Her eyes plead, the dark fortress breached I leave her in peace never to return Holding close a sacred memory Top image by the author, bottom courtesy marthastewart.com For the backstory on […] via Trespass — Poet’s Corner Continue reading Trespass — Poet’s Corner
Old and Young — Poet’s Corner
A difference between the young and the old…. Most of the people the young loved are still around. via Old and Young — Poet’s Corner Continue reading Old and Young — Poet’s Corner
Lockdown — Jane Dougherty Writes
I would like us to be in lockdown. All that would change would be that husband didn’t have to go to work, sit on the germy, overcrowded train, teach germy, uninterested students, get on another germy, overcrowded train then cycle home in the rain from the station. If we were in lockdown, he would […] via Lockdown — Jane Dougherty Writes Continue reading Lockdown — Jane Dougherty Writes
‘In Springtime’ by Rudyard Kipling
Originally posted on Poetry in Surrey Libraries:
‘In Springtime’ by Rudyard Kipling My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach, And the koil sings above it, in the siris by the well, From the creeper-covered trellis comes the squirrel’s chattering speech, And the blue jay screams and flutters where the cheery sat-bhai dwell. But the rose has lost its fragrance, and the koil’s note… Continue reading ‘In Springtime’ by Rudyard Kipling
Psalms of the Organic source #quote #refuges
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Psalm of Souls The spirit is a beacon And the righteous run to it and are safe Among those whose faith is pure How fine their company Trusting in what is sure The universe becomes a world of understanding Our path becomes straight The world strengths and helps us And our righteousness is reflected Back unto us, for good deeds… Continue reading Psalms of the Organic source #quote #refuges
Psalms of the Organic source #quote #refuges
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Psalm of Souls The spirit is a beacon And the righteous run to it and are safe Among those whose faith is pure How fine their company Trusting in what is sure The universe becomes a world of understanding Our path becomes straight The world strengths and helps us And our righteousness is reflected Back unto us, for good deeds… Continue reading Psalms of the Organic source #quote #refuges
Freewill Written in Verse #Wordsmatter #Quote
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Freewill in Poems Our poems were mirrors To inner states of freedom They celebrated solitude A loving solitude that extends To nature and all unity and uniformity Our sweetest songs told The most shared thoughts It was bliss to share the pain A poet is a nightingale Who sits in darkness to sing cheer Like crickets, dawn, the spring As… Continue reading Freewill Written in Verse #Wordsmatter #Quote
Roll in the hay
Originally posted on poems and short stories:
Young with no cares Monumental moments Strung together Glued by hormonal upheaval life is crazed Wanting everything now Experience is key, It is all about me. Beer tailgating Laughing till you cry Running, steal a kiss Birds flutter out of the barn As we run in seeking Each other’s bodies Sweet smell of hay Still arouses me One… Continue reading Roll in the hay
NaPoWriMo #15: Reckoning
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Painting by Ismael Nery. ? ? Your eyes in mine, I wonder how many others I might have loved Had you not held me fast In those sea green depths, How many hands I might have held, In the darkness and in the sunlight, Had I never found yours, And how many murmured tokens I could have stored In… Continue reading NaPoWriMo #15: Reckoning
The Boatman Considers a Scone by Ron Hayes
Originally posted on Three Drops from a Cauldron:
The Boatman Considers a Scone Centuries upon centuries of oaring ingrates across this boring river and finally I’m bored too. Used to be I’d never notice what they’d wear or who they showed up with, but now I’m fascinated with every one. Yesterday a woman from Hibernia arrived at my dock holding no coins but what looked… Continue reading The Boatman Considers a Scone by Ron Hayes
