Tag Archives: Poetry

Shards of shattered glass and brown paper wings shared the alley with cans and rotten plastic rings. The winter sun reflected off the glass. She was hardly protected from the blast of the wind’s bite, by a black, thread-bare coat. … Continue reading →

If you could thump The outside of my soul, You’d find that it sounded Quite hollow. If you could shout, Into its blue depths, Only echoes of your voice Would follow. If you could make a wish, And toss in … Continue reading →

A moth chanced to land Upon my hand, With stardust wings And antennae of moonlight. The feather-soft touch Upon my skin, Made me aware Of its delicate flight. If you touch the wings, It will kill the moth, The dust … Continue reading →

Earthen Guardian, growing green with leafy teeth and limbs between. Your bones, a dying tree beneath a scaly skin—cascading leaves. Vines that sway like Dragon’s beard. Hollow eyes that speak – Fey enchanted weird. Beast of Time and Tangled Root, … Continue reading →

As the heavy, humid clouds press down, The heat lightning skips across the skies. The frogs and cicadas have a muted sound, And the still air stifles the fire-flies. It’s a sultry, southern summer night, No moon shines, but the … Continue reading →

((One from the vaults…)) When at day’s end my mind is sore, from thinking far too much, my wit is numbed, my brain is dumbed, and my state of being is such, that thinking hurts for want of peace, to … Continue reading →

Lately, I’ve just had this dream, of driving into the desert on a cloudless night, just driving and dreaming ’till the world felt ‘right’ again. Not even looking in the rear-view, but getting farther away from the Path of the … Continue reading →

Sometimes there’s no fixing whatever is broken. If all the king’s horses and all the world’s best men Couldn’t possibly put it back together again, Then I guess the thought should just stay unspoken. So tempted to enter that “Net … Continue reading →

With Midnight came the gentle muse, Sneaking in on soft cat paws. Teasing out the thoughts in twos, When musing mews and sheathes its claws. It purred into my sleepy mind, Curling round my drowsy smile, Gave me new ideas … Continue reading →

If a picture is worth a thousand words, Then it’s worth a million memories. About these things we call “The Past”, made up of things which may or may not have come to pass, but still make up who we … Continue reading →