A Book in Summer: A Short Pantoum
A breeze turns the pages. Beneath my hand the periwinkle drips from the bluebells and in between my toes. The green pushes up, stretching for the sun. Who can no longer spare warmth? The...
A breeze turns the pages. Beneath my hand the periwinkle drips from the bluebells and in between my toes. The green pushes up, stretching for the sun. Who can no longer spare warmth? The...
Love Poem Once upon a night (in a dreamy place they met) As I lay at your side, Caressed by your exhale Your sounds echoing o’er the silence Your arms holding with every breathe...
Poem Inside a cocoon of waterfalls Silence and wonder fill the car A forest of wind, a rush of rain Bubbles flying in the air A quiet and crisp Zen meditation Circling optical illusions...
that Soulfulness is the embodiment of Perfection, We tell ourselves that we are imperfect, and incomplete. When we believe others must seek Perfection We negate their inherent Beauty and Soulful calling. Beauty is your...