Two Days into Autumn
We are only two days into autumn Yet it has that certain feel ...
Breathe one more time my love I just need to hear you sigh .. Breathe ...
My guilty pleasure is very plain to see
But I cannot help this at all, though it is so obvious to...
I don’t know how you do it my pretty poetess
You write your words for us to read and they always...
Valentino arrived in heaven, angels queued in turn, 'Thank God,' they said, 'Not to the other place...
Wak fall my dadio.. Wak fall my dadio.. it's just so pretty.. How can you improve...
When your fingers find my skin my soul awakes A deep need from within consumes me at once ...
A poetess with a pen in her hand weaving wordplay within her wonderland, she is holding her wand of...
ECHOS OF A SILENT PRAYER... I CAN FEEL GOD NEAR... PLEASE HEAR MY PLEAS... BRING YOUR...
Show me the depths of your soul you’ve long forgotten Touch my soul like only you do, let it soar...
We writer’s never ever rest, tho are our active minds a pest?
Learning lyrics from songs unsung,...
Calluses, bloody blisters on the bottoms of his feet My grandmother would clean them, rub salve on...
Herb Song I note where once her Feet and skirts caressed The meadow lightly...
Thinking Backwards
If I die now At least you will Have read me And that feels...
Let There Always Be Another Day
Come to me With the scent of Rosemary and lavender...
For Those Who Would Love Light
She is more than a tumble of words is my lady .....
