no morning sun rose in me this day no birdsong lifted my spirits they were present as always but hope was not not for the wanting though i want to hope i hope to hope again i want to see a way i want to break from this grip of dark but it … Continue reading hope falls
i want to kiss goosebumps into being licking your cold tingling curves i want to melt your soft sweet form send ripples into … Continue reading i scream
Welcome to The Imaginary Garden! Opinion is a flitting thing, But Truth, outlasts the Sun - If then we cannot own them both - Possess the oldest one - -- Emily Dickinson i, dedicated resignation (work hard at giving no fucks) ii, re-invigorated consternation ( appear to give fucks but really, see … Continue reading diction (nary used) : for sale
Tuesday platform at Toads. Kerry is in da house. Without further ado, I extend the invitation for today's platform: WRITE::LINK::SHARE scratch that clear undisturbed surface where the buddha smiles it boils beneath spitting hot coals at the joyful for just being rips asunder the fabric of self to reveal … Continue reading (s)elf portrait
There is one rule for The Tuesday Platform: Share Share a poem with us. Share some time reading poems this week. Share your thoughts when moved to do so. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have been traveling and so missing in action. The action is good and full. Writing seems less necessary...life itself is enough...but tonight there is a … Continue reading unmade
exhale all hope push it out birth the death of you fall back backwards in one last act of trust into the embrace of the abyss sink now into sweet release inevitable darkness falls like rain an eternal shadow not just blocking but eliminating the light here in this shroud … Continue reading caterpillar soup
Happy First Tuesday in May, Dear Toads! And welcome to The Tuesday Platform, your unprompted, free-range day of the week here in the Garden. Tuesday rules are so simple: Share and share alike, i.e. share your poem, read the poems of others, and share your thoughts. Maybe you are feeling worn out from Poetry Month. … Continue reading 2b or 2c?