Ronovan has a new challenge today, so I’m trying it out for size. The Traditional Décima Poem: Décima poetry is a 10 line stanza with 8 syllables per line. The rhyming pattern is abbaaccddc. Using… Continue reading
Seek what you cannot perceive, strive to learn what you cannot know. For the spark of knowledge to ignite, curiosity must grow. — Joelle LeGendre
I reach for a thought that melts away …snow falling outside a sliding glass door …children playing in white too bright for my mind. Only shadows remain. She looks into my camera, her… Continue reading
Once, I wrote poetry, the black cat part of me. Once, I flew on airplanes, until they gave me migraines. Once upon a time I believed in ever after but no prince proved… Continue reading
You know my deepest secret. Will my trust in you become another wound inside a sorrowful soul? Too many betrayals, a wall of regrets. How many scars until I say: No more. … Continue reading
Poetry has to fill me with the song of a forgotten love, a warm scent of ocean, his long goodbye. Poetry has to touch me, opening a gateway into moments when… Continue reading
Today What is today? I wish to live. What is life? Have I conquered? What am I fighting? Have I prevailed? No body, no life. Why do we strive to achieve? For after… Continue reading
Do stars mirror infinity? Fractions or fractals creating a never-ending image? You are here…or are you? Do I exist for a second of time in one universe, an eon in another… Continue reading
I live the nightmares dense with reality. On the computer, but my fingers cannot touch the keys. Trying to read the screen … Continue reading
The occasional poet wanders a barren hallway searching rooms…finding walls white, without…without mirrors, beds, elegance. . Eyes open, curling cats sleep away their meals as I starve within desolate white walls, searching for… Continue reading
