“Border”
This great river makes
a better boundary than
a line on the map.
Steve D
This great river makes
a better boundary than
a line on the map.
Steve D
These sweet summer days
A festival of light, warmth-
and I’m here at work.
Steve D
If red sunrise means
that blood was spilled, would not the
sun always be red?
Steve D
Make America great again.
Reverse and rewind, turn back time,
To once upon a rose colored nostalgia.
Make America – regress –
Take us back too many steps,
Led by manipulated conviction, fearful of complex fact,
No deep thoughts; all kneejerk act. Continue reading “Color Schemes – Where Are We Now?”
The oak wavers not;
stable, inexorable,
spreading its root wide.
Steve D
Summer Storms
Impact –
Lightning Strike
Of a flashbulb memory Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Memory”
I learned two things today! Continue reading “June’s Theme: On Top A Desolate Mountain Of Hope”
He stands on the corner amidst the sea
Watching the people flow down the street
With their tenacity and their gnashing teeth
Sniffing out a piece of Joe Don’s defeat
Hard hat yellow
Belt like espresso
Protruding blades and metal Continue reading “Galumphing – Carpenter, Cloud, Outer Space – SD”
Rose, magenta, peach –
all ripple and weave on the
early horizon.
Steve D
Which would you rather have? Peace? Or Freedom?
If I could tear off my weighted wings,
For a quick taste of absolute freedom,
Would the cage-less existence,
Satisfy my urge to soar? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #13: Wings”