Chiquitita
She stumbled upon the path as the tears tried to cleanse her heart. Nothing seemed to work. Her legs felt weak and her feet refused to take another step. She sat upon a log that had been pushed over my … Continue reading Chiquitita
Lastingness
Gently, I placed the delicate leaf between by fingers and caressed its essence to dance upon my skin. The dapple light runs through the trees above then landed upon us in our sanctuary. As if the fairies themselves grabbed ahold … Continue reading Lastingness
Scotland With Indiebell
A beautiful poem by my Scotsman. Continue reading Scotland With Indiebell
Celestial Love
She glanced up at the sliver of moon that dangled above. She reached up as her finger pulled the onyx sky this way and that. The moon peeked down at her. “Would it be okay if I loved him?” The … Continue reading Celestial Love
Ink Stains
Do not fall in love with a poet… She will speak in metaphors and drift between syllables. More is revealed when she cries except there are no tears Just drops of ink running to describe her faults. She has many… She speaks in riddles and expects you to comprehend… When asked her favorite flavor of ice cream She will twirl while giggling that it is Nevermore. Ask her favorite color and she will whisper strawberry, of course… However, if she loves you she will step out behind her words And as she tip-toes out from the pages of her heart … Continue reading Ink Stains
Dragonfly Dance
I begin and end with stories where hummingbirds hearts play sonatas inside of my cage of ribs. I reach down as the wings of a dragonfly kiss my collarbone and bring my thoughts to you. Your fingers trace the path … Continue reading Dragonfly Dance
Aurora
i morning sky blooms rose remembering your warm kiss on my pearly cheek ii wintertide whispers carried ethereally on singing our love iii we fall as wind breaks twirling in the drifts below alabaster stars iv breathing escapes us glistening … Continue reading Aurora
The Gift
You see this place. right here? alabaster paper tied with inky etymon This should have been your gift I had been working on it for 1232 minutes; to be exact. My gift my words heart … Continue reading The Gift
In Two Days
I heard a poem within the rhythm of the ticking clock, then tried to capture its beats of midnight within the lithe lines. I whisper the lonely love songs even though a reply never comes back. I see the subtle shades … Continue reading In Two Days
What They Don’t Tell You
Love is not about the graceful and tender kiss against your collar bone. It is not about the caress of words as they make love to your ears or the smile that promises more. More aptly, love is the gnashing … Continue reading What They Don’t Tell You
Inked Peacock Tales 