My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Our Haunting
“that subtle serpent slithered
like a dark—vaporous spirit
rising from aches of stony deeps
to flood our peaceful home…”
Our Forest Home
“raindrops feel different in spring / drizzling anxious bark / melting our xylem frosts / pumping hushed hope…”
My Windswept Refuge
“over scours of vast windswept outlands
spread of my own emotional desertion
stands an oft-ignored and lonely tree”
My Dream Within Dreams
“I was nurtured by a loving family
buried in a hibernaculum of hope
held in a myriad of young dreams…”
Photo courtesy of my friend, Rod Sorenson. rcoakley.com
