VERSES

BUBBLES I watch her fly her bubbles in the backyard Light and its lightness captured in spaces diaphanous I drew a picture once, on ...

image from google dot com SILENCE Where is this place called silence? Where no bombs blast, and no mother's heart Laments a son or...

RESPOND Dried stalks, how they talk and talk And the wind dances, thinking its their song Then my feet, trample on fallen ones In conv...

image courtesy Poets United SOCA LAND is written for the prompt today at Midweek Motif ~ Food ... Twelfth Night - William Shakespear...

I imagine a star, rising, much like dandelion puffs in the lightness of an ethereal breeze, spun on the threads of wanderlust and bohemian ...

SPONTANEITY Her yes, an ever abiding affirmative Never wondered, never pondered Just an answer, ready, assertive Spoken about by prop...

cant remember where i got this image, had it in my files a long time THE ISLAND Blue as the zen of reflection Sky mimics emeralds ocean...