Gutted
Love is just like any other domesticated pet-
If it isn’t fed, it will waste away
To nothing. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing: Unreciprocated”
Gutted
Love is just like any other domesticated pet-
If it isn’t fed, it will waste away
To nothing. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing: Unreciprocated”
What if Forever
never meant eternal — just
Beyond Reckoning.
Steve D
So this is totally not what I had scheduled for today, but with all the reflection and sadness of yesterday it felt wrong to post something melancholy and brooding. Thus: this kinda tentatively hopeful poem.
Grasp my hand
And lift me up
To your heavens
So I can be closer
To the closest path
To perfection Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #44: Lift”
Unity in pain
Time passed, we revert back
Nothing’s forever Continue reading “Haiku Sunday – Unity – JG”
Anniversary-
the solemn day when those lost
plead: Forget Us Not.
Steve D
Yesterday I posted a poem entitled Emergence to our Schizophrenic summers category, which has been a graveyard filled with the remnants of submissions past for over a month now. Yes, Jessie and I became bored with the format — monthly poetry themes that we would arduously and obligingly toil over to submit, usually days after the end of the month (or sometimes not at all). And we have had precious few submissions from others (ahem! fellow poets).
But we cannot reasonably expect others to submit to a monthly theme that we barely participate in ourselves. It was time for a change. And I believe we have found an appropriate and much more invigorating use for this space. Continue reading “The Challenge Call: New Schizophrenic Summers”
Waves caress with sighs,
infinite breaths of life unseen.
Another universe waits below,
unknown,
undetected by meager tools. Continue reading “Free Verse – Emergence – SD”
By vilifying love; calling it sinful, evil, wrong
You take away something that belongs.
Something this world needs.
Desperately.
This world already in the negative –
Can it afford to lose even more?
And worse, the source of your final verdict? Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – In The Negative”
To ride the lightning
is begging Thor to laugh as
you are thunderstruck.
Steve D
The Summer Sway
I have faith in the way the wind blows
Softly steering us in the right direction –
Kind caresses nudging where to go. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Faith”