When umbers and shadows play, a peasant blends effortlessly into a landscape standing in the shade beneath a rust clay cottage seeking shelter under tall carob and mocha trees with draping juniper and seaweed leaves.
And so my friend you now comprehend why writing is a track where the end spells lack. Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
If attraction were a hue made in love to hew a heart with a look at you then I’m into you.
Be the change but don’t try to change me for a rainbow needs both the sun and rain
I am love, life's eternal rose whose petals rest on time's calyx to blossom in dreams.
Duality and duplicity are my feet For I am life man's greatest prize or demise!
Together with time they etch destinies or chip cares away from minds. Whys and hows are pain's twigs kindling its flame to meet time's hammers.
My friend the Wind- is a lady who changes- personas with every dress! You can hear her voice- go up and down with- every lapel and pleat!
Creativity is a conversational flow between a heart, mind and soul seeking to glow. Where there is memory, a feeling must play and a quill must dance and spill a heart's will.
This piece is centralized around: depression, loneliness, hurt, and emotional demise.
I am Aegle the dazzling light guardian of hope’s gardens and beauty’s motherly nymph.
Reflections are actions shown in light or thought. Sometimes serene like reflections off a lake.