Poet. Writer. Photographer.
I am the maiden from your dreamswhose song you still heard in your non-sleep,deep in the wood where the single beambreached the dark and lit the lilting streamthat you followed, barefoot-steady on mossy rock,determined to find the source entrancing your heart. Maiden, faery, mythological immortal, you knew not the form of the feminine aura,only that you … Continue reading Maiden Song
I used to write love poems,not that long ago;the first were to the starsto birthe my heart's hope. I used to write love poemsto passionately release feelings,but they were stamped "return to sender"with the sweet salt of unrequited's sting. I used to write love poemsto no one specifically,just to let Eros seeI was beginning againto … Continue reading Verses of Us
Your aquasoul-ripplesbring such good vibesacross the wavesthat reach my shoreand stir the salt-waterthat courses throughmy own veins.I need no bottleto send you my message;I whisper it to the sea turtle instead.So happy to knowyou are well, my friend. Keep the cephalopod inkwell filledand in ebb-and-flow motion, your pen.
Us in loveMutual blissHeated passionbetween infinite shared interestsUs in loveThis comfortablenessBeautifully nudeas ourselves, no nervousnessUs in loveSo many precious facetsDiscovering in each other'ssparkling cores the hidden diamondsUs in loveOutbursts of mirthAnd plenty of reasons forphones on"Do not disturb"Us in loveDeep in philosophical discussionsAnd quiet time togetherpenning our works in progress Us in loveLying in our … Continue reading Us in Love
Autumn in the South:no warm-hued foliageyet to be found.Faithful leaves adhereto branches,stubborn, tauntingthe November ground. Windows open though,temperatures temperate,and the fresh air I breathe incould not be more perfect.Saturday morning well spentreading, writing, creatingwith and at ease,puppy napping beside meso contentedly,instrumental musicscooping up silencein a loving dance,floating in a reverieof me-time peace,I sip my teaand … Continue reading Weekend Renewal
How can I possibly focuswhen you've goneand set abloomall the colors in mein such sweetly-scented hues? How can I commandself-discipline whenyour inspiration stirsmy creative passions? How can I do those thingsI need to tend towhen my soul heard your non-whispercalling me my own muse? How can I keep orderwith this flutter of fancy withinthat came … Continue reading October Blooms
Sunflowers in the sand baffle my preconceived notions, such a traditional earthy flower sprouting alongside the ocean. It draws me in, such an unexpected sight, yellow-bursting heads, mini-suns against the muted, so bold and bright. So many thoughts beyond the beauty begin to orbit in my mind. I am reminded of childhood, … Continue reading Sunflowers in the Sand
Take me to a field of wildflowers, and after I tire from frolicking, brush me into the landscape painting, silent, tranquil, pensive profile of a beautiful-souled lady. Capture my white flowing dress and the breeze dancing with my wild tresses. Let the blooms be white and endless as the sun makes its gentle appearance. Upon … Continue reading Take Me to the Wildflowers
Neither of us currently lost in the deep wood, but alone on your long walk, let me be reminders to you of the good, let me be that bright twinkling on the water when the sun and ripples seem to come together to call you, let me be the single blurry … Continue reading Neither Lost
Welcome to Paradise! Leave all that you carry and weightlessly sink your toes and soul into the warm, sandy silk, let the palm leaves sway you into dreams where whatever you please, you receive, without any guilt. Upon the tide, set your secrets afloat; no need for a glass-bottle bottomless boat, for your messages will … Continue reading Welcome to Paradise
