My Poetry and Prose Blogology
The Last Conclave
“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”
“Tideborne dreams heal me
washing failed missteps of life…”
“My river—starts small
merging—peaceful streams of hope…”
“She’s a survivor
cancer’s grim grip—failed to quash…”
“the leaves hold secrets
fixed in cracks beyond our time…”
“my somber skies ache
anxious to hallow clear life…”
“Ancestral forests
embrace seeds of wintry clutch…”
“My dreams drag shadows
gouging cold chasms—churning
with wild darkening…”
“Remembering youth
Angels saved me from myself…”
“colors blend in alchemy
transforming my heart to gold…”
“Anger splits my soul
as fear powers dark machines…”
“When my fractured skies
rain sharp shards of azure glass…
“Science secures hope
our future’s vast wealth and health…”
“our furry childred
fetch purpose with loyalty…”
“…I stuff the monsters from news
beneath our tall bed…”
“our yard flourishes
diverse birds spin love with song”
“angst drowns me in fear
till lunar dreams flood my night…”
“sacred rivers sing
touching cold trembling waters…”
“wildflowers paint
lonesome deserts with sprinkles…”
“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”
“our home awakens
when she enters its warm nest…”