“Herbalism”
Is drinking beer steeped
with hibiscus the modern
man’s herbalism?
Steve D
Tag: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Rogue
“Rogue”
Sometimes a bit of
mischief is necessary
for an honest cause.
Steve D
Moonlit Musing – Homesickness
Maryland
I’m scared to see you
My forsaken muse, My forgotten disease,
The words you once pulled from me
With such tainted ease,
Have been traded for these medicated
New views of what I should adhere to,
And who it is I should listen to,
And hunting for a new way to get by. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Homesickness”
Haiku Sunday – Beltway
“Beltway”
Would that our beltways
actually constrained our
cities’ greedy sprawls.
Steve D
Moonlit Musing – Misery
The folly of fools,
And the demolition of rules,
Listen to the lesson:
Don’t deny what you are.
Read the board,
Written stark white on black, Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Misery”
Haiku Sunday – Familiar
“Familiar”
Returning to draft,
reshaping an old story–
like seeing old friends.
Steve D
Misplaced Missives #49: Leave Me
I wish to be alone
Is that selfish? Wrong?
Another reason to atone? Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #49: Leave Me”
Moonlit Musing – Goofy Discoveries
Anachronism
Casually coasting on cynicism,
My story needed revision,
Tragedy had blinded and caused a division
Of hope and faith from daily existence,
‘Til I happened upon an anachronism. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Goofy Discoveries”
Haiku Sunday NaNo 2016 Edition: Everwatch
“Everwatch”
Three sentinels stand,
scarred and noble, ever
guarding the forest.
Author’s Note: Everwatch is one of the largest and oldest wards in Everfeld. After several years of famine and overpopulation brought strife and war to Everfeld, the Feldings of Everwatch built three watchtowers on the hills surrounding the ward. The towers of Everwatch became a symbol of the resilience of Feldings, and of their charge to protect and maintain balance in the mighty forest of Everfeld.
Steve D
Moonlit Musing – Panic Attack Fodder
Desperation
Steady your breathing. In and out. In and out.
Hold onto the sound of the constant,
Focus only on this instant, on this inhale,
Freeze time inside, because it’s all you can do:
Steady your breathing. In and out. In and out. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Panic Attack Fodder”
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