The anniversary of your death.
One year since the touch of your soft hand
found the curves of your soulmate’s lips.
Within the forgotten shadows of
the quiet, darkening afternoon,
your ghost comes to carry her away.
Poetry | Stories | Photography
The anniversary of your death.
One year since the touch of your soft hand
found the curves of your soulmate’s lips.
Within the forgotten shadows of
the quiet, darkening afternoon,
your ghost comes to carry her away.
The glittering sand
countless diamonds and gemstones
Adorn the Desert
amongst coloured roses
an exchange of poetry
the giving of rings
in the wee moon hours
under the ways of the sky
weaving with her pen
Sunny Afternoon
a supermarket visit
Buying plastic food
The pastel longing
for deep green, lush, cold, moss fields
Genetic feelings
Moving with strangers
The full moon’s shifting focus
A man in the moon
The grey sky grumbles
Feet covered in moss and dirt
Dressed for the Summer
Take no prisoners
Carp Diem, this one true life
Aggressive woman
Watching the coffee
Toast takes flight from the toaster
Tomato sauce bread
The trace of the moon
between afternoon and night
You exalt twilight
Wind moves the plain trees
a chill moves in from the south
Autumn’s arrival
by afternoon, summer comes
An illusive season change