Nestled by the Fireside

Nestled by the fireside, listening. The temperate caress of an errant flicker awakens the latent serenade of the season, carrying expectant smiles to their place beyond the sphere. Everything exists in this series of nows and forevers, in the way your hand Lies untroubled in mine, redolent of the halcyon’s repose after her flight through celestial reveries interconnected by the vestal melodies of winged seraphs perched atop the star that sits aloof bearing our

I’ve Heard the Echoes

I’ve heard the echoes, chased the shadows, danced with the reveries of phantom caresses. Retreat with me to a safe space ‘neath the snow-laden burrows behind the curtain of remembrances where we will carve out the annals of innocence and mirth, and ascend the smoky hills by night’s end. Art: “The Road in front of Saint-Siméon Farm in Winter” Claude Monet #FrenchArt #writing #art #painting #Artwork #literature #creativewriting #poetry #artists #poem #ClaudeMonet #imp

Meet Me

Meet me under the cherry blossom tree, where we will absorb the full range of moonlit harmonies. #literature #piano #AFoggyDay #creativewriting #poetry #Music #poem #gershwin #marcusroberts #Poet

Tremble Not…

Tremble not when the forest of extreme desire becomes overgrown, when the trees pant and beg for eyes that never blinked during a moment of caprice, when pulsating worlds became intertwined and flowers laced with traces of virgin earth. Art: “Beating Heart” SarArt Sari #art #painting #contemporaryart #Artwork #literature #creativewriting #poetry #poem #ModernArt #Artist #Poet


Quickened by faint remembrances of a void desperate for her touch… Art: Odette Hayon Itah #writing #art #painting #contemporaryart #Artwork #literature #creativewriting #poetry #poem #ModernArt #Artist #Poet

Absorbed Space

Absorbed space, where the branches met their reflections and her solace birthed itself from eternal hiding, Where the minions of fate worked in concert to don the ornamented veil of futures subsequently resisted, Where drops of sky chased a soulless moon to its final appearance, returning to the fringes of darkened hours. Art: “The Black Swan” William Degouve de Nuncques #writing #art #Artwork #literature #creativewriting #poetry #poem #Artist #Poet

Where the Rivers Converge

Meet me where the rivers converge, where the elemental upsurge of thought and reflection begin to inspire the formation of territories newly populated by the wisdom of hands that prayed themselves into warm bundles of anxious grins that called upon the old incantations of lost serpents, mighty but humble and for the most part without guile voiceless….. but keenly aware of the changes in direction and flow, and contemporary with outgrowths of new being not yet reduced by

Distant Rivers

Distant rivers moved by the plainchant of a lonely flower… #writing #literature #piano #classicalpiano #creativewriting #poetry #poem #Mendelssohn #classicalmusic #Poet


All that torment has loved has disappeared, and we remain hopeful. The significance of her efforts have not gone unnoticed; indeed, they have recapitulated old victories and insights that had been hitherto obscured by notions unseen and ideations to come. We rally together for a promise of worlds to be And fully satiate our desire for sanity by committing to novel patterns of doing and breathing deeper and more profound as if the air we knew all along turned in on i

Another Morning

Another morning captive in your arms absorbing the sun’s magisterial ascent into our kingdom… #writing #literature #creativewriting #poetry #poem #Poet

Remnant Footsteps

Remnant footsteps along the strand; a tiny floret wistful and aloof Art: “Path through the High Grass” Pierre-Auguste Renoir #writing #art #Artwork #literature #creativewriting #poetry #poem #Artist #Poet

Your Touch

Your touch Suspended in space Devoid of distance #writing #literature #haiku #creativewriting #poetry #poem #Poet

White Lace

White lace Grazed against the skin Silent and eager… #haiku #creativewriting #poetry #poem #micropoem #Poet

Blue Elephants

Blue elephants saunter in the moonlight, electricity keeps them Focused, like pilots on descent. There is no knowledge but bones. In this bowl there are mice. They squeal louder than the elephants. Someone hears them, I’m sure. The bowl is tossed out of the window As the mice scatter excitedly. Some of them are decapitated in the fall. A bus driver dressed like a pilot (we barely knew him) Took it upon himself to manually deflate each elephant with A pocket knife.

Lavender Reveries…

Lavender reveries concomitant with swift movements around, then through, then around again, never to return to their places of emergence, but to keep striving and transcending, until they become as one, and the ego is vanquished. And a remnant graces her quivering visage, wholly and concertedly renewed by a tender lattice of divine thought, in which the movements slow, and the colors dissipate in the space of a blink, and all that is left is a Barmecidal trance

Anatomy of a Tear

Formless and inconstant paths, weighted roots with no foundation; whence does it arise but from a disjointed countenance with no proportion, or a leaf from a broken branch? Dust in the fields, sunless clouds in aimless procession, breathless winds and incorporeal birds that have forgotten their wings; the water’s edge no longer beckons. The once gentle and complaisant calf limps away in fear along a scabrous meadow that has turned in unto itself, where the borders

Enter the mist…

Enter the mist, Absorb your portion and extract your errant freedom from it. Soon there will be deities encircled about you starved for awareness, and moved to recognizance. Approach them where the light vanishes between their wistful eyes and render them the remnants of sated wilder beasts that only pray to deciduous reflections. The clusters will gather and coalesce, and perhaps sing for a moment. Deny them not their due space to bloom, to sway to and fro to the rhy

Resting Solitude…

Resting solitude, beware the quivering hand of Night’s mercenary and the muted helical wisps of sweet despair that well-nigh consume the flesh of innocence. Lurid reflections recovered throughout the travails of unrelenting circular journeys foretell stories of transcendence and of sorrow, and of leaves waxing restful on the pond’s silent breast. Protean skies sit god-like on their thrones, Heads bowed, but shifting anxiously. The roots of these edifices will grow, t

Requiem After a Dream

It all commenced witha journey to the edge of shadows cast forth by a trace of light that smiled and imparted to me truths that seemed to persist throughout eons; Between one eon and the next a steady look speaks directly into my Being, causing it to stir with naïve inquiries into the state and manner of its origin. And the Sun began to recline possibly to fill in the gaps of lost space, arresting every silken prayer in its wake. An incandescent strand of her hair bin

Trace my steps knowingly…

Trace my steps knowingly with your whispered incantations. See me to the crest and look down on the terrace they have carved out for us. What of tenderness remains in the subdued glory of lowly pastures whose only wish was to fortify the outstretched arms of chance and the ploughman’s lament? Redemption lies just beneath the surface of impassioned passes to and fro, of weathered hopes and copious returns. Fruit beckons becoming as old iniquities are put to rest. A