Each breathtaking momentoxytocin rich vibrationscoursing through my veinseyes closed in the embraceof a beauty deep withinrolling over me warmand then it is goneleaving a lingering sweetnesshead to toe,music
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Scritch Scritch
Santa Claus was roundand red about the middlewhite beard flowingover straining buttonsheld up by the joyhe brought. I am no Santajust an elder geekwhite beard flowinginto my left
Poetry
A Thousand Diamonds
A thousand diamonds glitteron obsidian Coco Chanelwould have been proud of,stretching ahead into the streamof mustard yellow streetlightflickering in the blastof Mother Nature’s breathyelling silently “Enjoy the raintomorrow
Poetry
A Greeting of Leaves
I walked out this morningto a rustle in the treetopslight wind from the northspiralling the last maplesearthward in unison,a carpet from abovedescending around mehouse buildingfor the queen beeas
Poetry
Angels On Her Fingertips
Angels on her fingertips,dancing lightlyas she weavesthe deep rumbleand soprano pipefor a waiting worldsmiling with joyas one braidbobs in perfectsyncopationto the rhythmsin her soul……Anna Lapwood ml’25 (If you