“Space”
Well-groomed fields behind
that strip mall, barren, yet they
claim we have no space.
Steve D
Well-groomed fields behind
that strip mall, barren, yet they
claim we have no space.
Steve D
Through the trees stalking,
guided by silver light, the
hunter thanks the moon.
Last night was the Hunter’s Moon, the second full moon of autumn, big and silvery-white in a chilly midnight sky.
Steve D
Orange clouds in the turquoise sky,
The highway steers west
towards home.
M. Erb
Steve D
DMC
I never felt safer than seated
– across –
From you arguing.
I never told you Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Saying Goodbye”
Done
I am done being a lamb to your slaughter.
Tired of once more being willingly offered,
Weakness embodied, devotion
I thought I was owing… Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Closure”
The secret to a
memorable honeymoon
is being present.
Steve D
Fallen like acid rain,
Burning instead of cleansing.
All I want is my sins absolved away:
Tell me it’s okay to feel this way. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #41: Fallen”
I know what you’re thinking:
That I’m hiding,
In these dusty old books of mine.
Don’t you know you’re always on my mind?
I’m in here trying to find,
The right words to recite to you. Continue reading “Color Schemes – All My Words Are Lost At Sea”
A simple vow and
exchange of rings is all it
takes to make Mom cry.
Steve D