In love with life and all of its foibles.
A friend of mine Wrote a cookbook He named it Tawâw Cree word for “come in, you’re welcome; there’s room” A worthy telos
By Aspen Marie 6 months ago in Poets
July is a traveller Who moves between Spring profusion And harvest’s satisfaction She is a thunderstorm Humming low notes
Hey friends! Welcome to my first prompt. I’m lucky that I am a photographer and can pull images from my phone camera reel that can pass as something charming to accompany my little poems.
Sparrows play Hide and seek Bird games Only they know the rules Comedic flitting Rattles rich violet Delphinium blossoms
I was Narcissus today Laying on my side Gazing at my phone Wishing To see To be Myself In your world Trailing fingers
This body is a strange machine Able to scale mountains Swim glacial lakes But rendered breathless By an enthusiastic romp
Fifteen hands Stacked side by side Steadily climb Toward the sky They stop At the apex Of his withers For shoulders stay
I found a maggot today Sweeping the corners Of the back door Flies invited themselves in Alongside strong men Shouldering heavy loads
We know well The old ghosts Wandering Victorian manors Haunting librarians Teasing the living With their light switch antics
Am I always to be Weighed, measured Found wanting Admonished for The amount of time I need to move From one state
Do we not Love those At least a little Who expand Our consciousness I bestow upon them The title of little god They are not
Suffering and I Go way back To the start, really Why is the compulsion To give away Unexpected abundance So great
