Time for a talk, or more for a listen,
I pray as I lay me down to sleep.
My mom’s voice, her face, I crave a vision
To help give me a needed treat.
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Poetry
A Strange Wonderful Writing World in Haiku … and in Five Answers
I view the strange world
a vantage point of distance
Seated at my desk.
Clouds and sunshine peek
Like flirts on a summer’s day
Through the window blind.
Birds sweep with a laugh
Through the orange red branches
I spread my wings too.
Love Song for the Ages
The love songs speak of youth, of yearning
Of urging those pangs of lust and hunger
Of the delicious spark of electricity when
Chemistry combines with convenience and
Sex burns as bright as a just-lit flame. Continue reading
To Be Read (TBR) on a Frosty Night
Thanks to Geralt, Pixabay.
How many books are waiting for you, impatiently, piled throughout your house or on your Kindle? Author and blogger, Diana Peach presented a challenge – write a poem or story about your TBR pile. I got inspired with the help of Robert Frost and his “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” (Tap to read Frost’s poem)
Whose books are these, I think you know
Strew on shelf and floor and chair, though
I try to pass, no stopping here,
But each unique like flakes of snow.
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