I’d like to start off this weeks post with my favorite poem – an Ode to Solitude by Alexander Pope. I write because words resonate with me – and this poem captured my life’s intent the first time I discovered it. I don’t often revisit it, but when I do, it inspires a refreshed senseContinue reading “Solitude”
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It’s been a while.
And here we are – back, again… is this thing on? *tap* *tap* *tap* I bet you’re wondering where I’ve been? The short answer is getting my life in order and boy-o, this year has been one for the books. I think a list is the best way to begin: March 2020 – Pandemic starts,Continue reading “It’s been a while.”
Dare
Do you dare me?
Tidily
I’m wanting of a tidily tune; something bouncy, quick, and crude – fun to say or maybe spew by dancing tongues feeling mused. In it, I will captivate; maybe, even, alliterate; maybe, even, rhyme a bit – Who knows? I wrote it way too quick. But I’ll say it fast, with zeal, enough to, maybe,Continue reading “Tidily”
Fire
Burn me, tease me, strike me, free me. Glow in heart and art and soul. Free my mind of desire. Dance with me, the flames you throw. Doth’ predict, a testament to consciousness and entropy. In your arms, I convict to dance, to play, to laugh, and flow. Yet you burn me, yet you harmContinue reading “Fire”
Equanimity
As the sunset plays with fire and stirs the souls at bay – we take to the ocean in search of a storm to challenge our mast and ways. Rocking and reading, and growing in moonlight, waiting for first sun to stake – a claim on the day, in search of new prey – dancingContinue reading “Equanimity”
Temple
A Take on Afterlife
Persephone
Through season’s fair and winter’s chill I sit and ponder, still. Love has left me wanting, waiting, lusting – quietly and patient. Yet a chill I do confess has riddled me cold as I grow uneasy, growing too old. A feigning glance is all it takes to bow a man’s fortitude to break – tallContinue reading “Persephone”
Sentinel
Steadfast and strong we stand all along – waiting for the maker at bay. Nay he come to demand the sun – nor he taketh away. “Rest easy gatekeeper, tis’ but your first watch – the winter is long and keen like a hawk – waiting to sweep in cold embrace; waiting to take youContinue reading “Sentinel”
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