Monthly Archives: January 2019

A million dreams ago There was one… Who pays mind to dreams When living is to be done? Robins come when stream songs can’t be heard And darkness shadows colors of the dawn Temperatures, though inching up Still cower to … Continue reading →

I like my teabag left to steep Extracting all the flavor It owes me As energy and zeal seep and leave me Wanting in return My insides crush and burn But soon we trade places The bag gets thrown away … Continue reading →

In my dreams I fly I close my eyes and reach across the sky In my dreams I fly In my dreams I soar Just open space, no ceilings, walls or doors In my dreams I soar    

I’ve heard talk of the woodshed And what happens there We never had one I was spared I shed my own skin Exposing fears Regrets brought shedding Of many tears Night is long But dawn breaks forth And day sheds … Continue reading →

His every word hangs on her Dragging her around Her voice becoming his A serpent’s fare Silky and smooth Crushing her silent, Unconscious to the pain Till he sheds his skin She is lost completely In him And cannot be … Continue reading →

Words, they shape me and I am tucked between Definitions that challenge my senses, Carve in me pathways, forge for me trenches Suddenly feeling the potter’s firm grip Warmed by the skill of His hands that won’t slip Like flowers … Continue reading →

Words drip like honey Softening vinegar Spreading senses On luminous ground To meander aimlessly Reflecting what is missing Replacing my lost soul Ever deeper the chasm grows Waking to rain   dVerse wants us to write a confessional poem, directing … Continue reading →