Poetry War – What’s 2014 Got To Do With It, Got To Do With It?
The End Of The Year… A day for reflection on all that has happened in my life through the past twelve months and whether the year has brought me closer to wherever it… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: December, 2014
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Poetry war: New Year Celebration Reminder
Fireworks frighten unsuspecting feline ears. Love the year gently. Just a reminder that the new year is going to roll around whether we welcome it loudly–or sleep through an invisible demarcation line decided… Continue reading
Poetry War – A Walk In The Park
Today I went for a walk in the park with my boyfriend. After our walk we went for a glass of wine and ended up sitting at the bar and having an early supper.… Continue reading
Poetry War: Past and Future
Nostalgia dreams suffocating, I awake remembering their sacrifice to prove Vimana fly, terraforming Earth before they died. . The past remembers suffering the price of rediscovery, weeping as her future children strive to… Continue reading
Poetry War: Settling
Look through the window into the mind’s 8 lane highway, a legion of traffic rushing day and night without rest. Look through the doorway wanting him to be the one to carry you… Continue reading
Poetry War – I Want A Partner
I Want A Partner What can I say, I’m a sucker for love. I boo for the dark horse and cry for the dove. I want a partner, a partner who loves me; a partner… Continue reading
Poetry War – The Aftermath of Misunderstanding
Imaginational Conflicts It all starts with glitter and hype the big day dawns and skys are bright. Friends and family gather round forming a mantle of comforting sound. A special someone holds you tight,… Continue reading
Poetry War – Just Before New Year
The weekend before Christmas I went to my friend’s garage to pick up a container of wrapping paper stored in her garage and discovered her garage filled with boxes of items she was… Continue reading
Poetry War: End Begins
Fresh wellspring of life cries at the loss of comfort meanders onward. . Twisting the landscape tributary’s sediment muddles the waters. . The flow of knowledge grows wider, deeper, longer, until delta’s end.… Continue reading
Poetry War: Reality plays
How would I know which path you should take? The rose or the briar? One in the same. Do you savor the scent, fall on the thorns? Reality plays in various forms. .… Continue reading