BTT #79: A brief time

A Brief Time . A leaf rests silent on the ground Beside a withered rose. With careful flight The sunset lights Beside a withered rose. . I don't know where my whisper goes Into the reaching night. A breath, a hold, A heartbeat folds Into the reaching night. . Your little hands held on so …

BTT #8.2: Dysphoria and Rain.

Anything I have written is percolating and fermenting.  This isn't actually writer's block, but nothing has been posted in a while.  Sooo.  how about Reruns?  This was posted in May 2017 and includes a poem from 2015 and 1992, so it stretches time a bit.  The marriage spoken of in the prose is ending, we …

BTT #62: ‘Enouement

Ènouement ∞ We cannot touch, But I feel Your starlight voice Traveling In rows Of each choice And strife. I must forgive you, But cannot, where Morning Glories Wake from Tangled vines Unraveling. I can only Thank you For waiting, Waking daily, And saving Our life. ∞ Posted for dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by De …

BTT#30: A Question for Little Things (Ars Poetica)

­ A Question for Little Things (Ars Poetica) ­ I rise each year on a Dark March morning To descend steeply down the Trail treading steady Between still sleeping leafless Trees to wrap my Own first breath of Spring In a green blanket of Southern bluebells Draped across black soil of The muddy sinks where the …