“Anticipation”
I long for her sway
Enveloped in her eddy
Floating aimlessly
Steve D
Category: Poetry
History
Leave it behind.
Leave me behind in the middle of what once was – Continue reading “History”
Haiku Sunday -Sustenance
“Sustenance”
Dust becomes pollen
Sustenance for the next breath
Spread over her womb
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Tan Lines
“Tan Lines”
Apollo gazes
Roasting the throngs like tubers
With a glaze of sweat
Steve D
Misplaced Missives #189 – INK – JG
INK
There’s ink bleeding into the water.
What was once clean and pure,
Is now poisoned with words,
Dripping off pages never read;
Made venomous by things never said.
Unreciprocated, unsent, made bitter by regret;
Can’t see the bottom; can’t see the end. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #189 – INK – JG”
Of Acceptance and Beauty
So this was initially posted on another blog that has since gone under =P I don’t have the image that inspired it, but I like to think the poem stands on its own. Hopefully. You decide:
Such elegant beauty in the destruction.
There’s a cleanness, a clearness that only comes from the cutting away of the casual, Continue reading “Of Acceptance and Beauty”
Haiku Sunday – Mud
“Mud”
Rain churns up the grass
Coating bare skin in splatters
Grime to hide our faults
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Rain
“Rain”
Crystal droplets fall
Tears streaming down my shoulders
Her joy cleanses me
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Dusk
“Dusk”
The fields glow verdant
The forest breathes life unseen
As the veil descends
Steve D
Night Walks As A Woman – JG
I heard about a shooting the other night.
I was walking my dog after a long shift at work, torn between wishing she would just do her business so we could go home and enjoying the quiet that only seems possible after the sun has long ago set. A couple blocks down, two of my neighbors were likewise savoring the peace from the comfort of their front porch. Having a dog means getting to know everybody who lives within casual walking distance, so I waved hello. I’ll refrain from using names, and stick to genders – they’re a married couple, husband and wife. He’s a quiet fellow but she’s pretty talkative, so naturally she’s the one that mentioned the shooting to me.
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