Clean hands undulate an unsightly place, as beautiful night beholds a shapely thing in order that elegant group makes long study. While a gorgeous home feels plain at times, a drab day bursts before an unkempt world even though dazzling job makes stocky people. Fancy coffee feels as though a magnificent thing, as long as … Continue reading Don’t Tell The World You’re Waiting
Among small wet pebbles that outline the fury of sun, there lie fragments of one thousand and one sea glass their once glossy surface flat and dark with some having tell-tale signs of blood, I unsheathe myself and embrace vulnerability, as eyes, filled with shadows, thumb through me like a manuscript my heart a broken … Continue reading Prologue – Being A Woman In Times Like These
There is no prerogative in the realm of human affairs nor breath of air that isn't tinged with sadness, a faultless poem if such were ever to be composed would speak of love as heaven sent and the moon as epitome of understanding in a plum delia sky, why is the rosella its own worst … Continue reading For purposes of restoring a weather-beaten heart
The hills that lie congenial by day like confidants of land are darkly ominous by night, here in a world where there is nothing but chaos they say I looked back out of impetuosity, in search of an untouched canvass upon which to leave a mark, I am struck by beauty that's unapologetically herself the … Continue reading Last Night I Wandered Through The Hills Of Dreaming
Why are salt marshes frequently overflowed? Why am I drawn toward a moonlit path with intensity? I wish for tranquility to carry me through time, wear it as skin and allow June to deflect the bleakness of day. Why does spring allude to violet obsession? Why do oyster whispers echo within its own silent exterior? … Continue reading Sweet Empty Sky Of June Without A Stain
I have witnessed stranger things in life but none quite as strange as this, the city is a kaleidoscope of emotions and sounds with jasmine flowers swaying in the wind here the sun is sweltering hot and yet the heart is somehow content as above the sky grows faint. In the spaces between hectic everyday … Continue reading Bathed In The Evening Light, A Poet Walks Slowly
To find a kiss of yours on the stage of twilight when light slowly ebbs below the horizon, leaving behind a silver of dark orange and dusty lavender what I wouldn't give to trace my finger on your lips, extract an emotion or two from its bridge. With you I taste the saltiness of ocean, … Continue reading To Find A Kiss Of Yours
What is the word for when people glance as they pass see it empty and give a sigh? His dark hair reaches the tailored shoulders of his blue blazer left stylishly open over a crisp white shirt standing amongst the crowd in a corner, you can tell he's bored his long limbs straight and his … Continue reading To others a stranger, to me an embodiment of art