VERSES

FROM MY BACKYARD Late dawn, under a clearing sky, I listen to bird whistles in my backyard. Orange streaks, and linings silver, why, There i...

, dressed in my red tee and denim shorts; i had to  snap these lovely nuns hot bright day the ice cream shop near the park busy busy   © gil...

TRIPPING A FANTASTIC THRESHOLD Yin lightness feathers infatuation Tripping a lover over his charm What cause is he of ardent attention When ...

  WORDON I find an opponent, Get a rack of tiles meant To construct a word. With my interest stirred, If i use all the tiles,  Play in fine ...

 [image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub] First Blossoming Poui Down town; what  saddened state of buildings Decaying in years of neglect, Right a...

[image courtesy d'Verse Poets Pub RETURNED : a quadrille Never good with goodbyes; I much prefer hello's.  So when morning light cle...

[image from  PINTEREST ]   IN FRIENDSHIP WITH AWAKENING: a quadrille Sadness awakens me with overthinking and overhearing.  What of dust se...