My Poetry and Prose Blogology
I May Be Old, But We’re Still Young
“stars fall from heaven
before our love melts in time…”
What’s in a Name?
"dark waters haunt me—
with my Scottish name—Douglas
meaning dark river..."
“midwinter doldrums descend—
devouring colors…”
“stars fall from heaven
before our love melts in time…”
“betwixt me and thee
lies dark’s coldest—bleak abyss…”
“white gossamer wings
flowing on silken spirits
grace my stride with lights…”
“cold dormant forests
cuddle their offspring…”
“death is not an end of life
or forfeiture of opportunity…”
“our greatest blessing—
surpassing unbounded stars…”
“darkness bleeds
streaming tears of fear…”
“one last supermoon
paints cold naked shafts of fall…”
“her spirit whispers
to my lonely—fractured heart…”
“November’s naked autumn leaves—
me vulnerable, and blue”
“trails of time turn tender tones
light rustles in leaves”
"True courage stands tall..."
A Haiku about my Age...
"dark waters haunt me—
with my Scottish name—Douglas
meaning dark river..."
"the forlorn scents
of late September spice..."
"another cold autumn moon
kisses her somber mountains..."
"my footsteps get lost
beneath drowning sands
of desolate apathy"
"above spilled bones of dead trees
she still—takes my breath away..."
"time fills blue balloons..."