IN A VIRTUAL WAY Who would have thought, or could have, in fact, not that long ago that love and relationships of all kinds, too numerous to say, could get their start in a cyber kind of way. Who could have thought that they could form, let alone grow, in a way other […]
There by the river by that big oak tree,when it comes time to bury me……….. dress me in my working clothes for that’s how I lived my life. Just me and my children and my loving wife, taught me kindness not hatefulness and constant strife Down by the gully where we first did meet………. walking […]
Resolute , not destitute, not in pain or insane, finite too, not in chains,buttoned down in case of rain I’m not your prostitute,not you two bit whore,not your nickle bag or what you came here for, not always on your side,not puffed up with your false pride,still living on my own burrowed time Reconciled with […]
Welcome to Thematic Attic Thursday! Simplify .. How do you make life easy for you and others around you .. Savor life’s enjoyments .. Play time or just plain move things around .. Simplify .. Tell us ways to make life liveable, less complex .. ~*~ Please click on the number next to the heart […]
This is a compilation of all the lines for this week’s collab that will post on Friday night at 9PM Eastern. Hope you’ll pick a few and join in on the fun! All are most welcome.
“Stormy Sea With Lighthouse” by Karl Blechen LOVE’S REWARD Drenched in tears raining upon her heart, she voyaged forth until finding a path to her love clearly lost and the light of day, sallying forth and out of desperation’s way. Once lost, now found, havoc left behind, their cup again full so loving […]
This 25 word poem was made from the poem at the bottom, one of two featured on this month’s CPC Pick Apart poetry challenge. The poem is one I wrote a couple of months ago. Then there is another of nineteen words made from the second poem on the challenge. WRECK OF THE VERY DEAR […]
Life’s Pathway
Welcome to the July 2013 Edition of Pick-Apart Poetry as we celebrate Summer and Friendship with the poetry of our eloquent and witty PAL, Scotorum, whose work is always so very creative and who works so hard to challenge us and to give our muses a nudge and to inspire our own creativity. […]
Often forlorn can be the poems that we write, or cosmic interstellar muses ever filled with light, or attempts to quench that thirst when nothing is going right, dark seances of disconnected thoughts bouncing thru the night. Bouncing,bouncing, between that which we meant to say but never seem to write, chagrined and slightly humiliated by […]
