His broken halo still gleamed dull gold His haunted eyes kaleidoscope of all that he had seen I could taste the loss in his tears
Tag: Soul
Stirring
There is a stirring an ache in the heart in depths that defy known space time A rise in the soul of ancient voices of
Tiny Rich Eras (revisited)
A shout out to my brilliant, other worldly friend Max Meunier who made anagrams of my name. How could I not write a poem using
Moment of Transformation (reimagined)
You ask me when I knew ink flowed through my veins like blood the moment I understood that truth simmered in the cauldron of my
Poetry
A response poem to Davy D’s question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe it is a stir an ache rising from my
Amen
you say my name reverently a prayer a benediction it is a revelation as if I have never heard my name before never known it’s
Recklessly She Declared Truth
Thank you Davy D at the Go Dog Go Cafe for this morning’s inspiration recklessly she looked deep inside saw fire and ice in her
My Truth
My words my blood my bones my tears my pain my joy my heart my soul you may steal my words borrow my sentences appropriate
