Poetry Pages

only gone from life she sits there by my fire still warming my bones

still troutmayfly prayswater's touch

I had to do it, it changes the meaning, but it keeps me from pouting.

still water

trout prays

mayfly's touch

Thank You

green juniper sailon a breaking sagebrush oceantacks across aeons

Cold actually

I like this very much.

When you lose your heart the signs you track to retrieve it may lead you nowhere, but it is an adventure worth the effort. Your reward might be two hearts.

Rumble tremble plunder slumber Love's false imitation pleasure Life's refrain a tender glimmer Written bright but growing dimmer Jeweled tangle rhyming shimmer Violet flutter living treasure On tomorrow's verse we stumble Speak up then and do not mumble "Sir, I admit your general rule, That every p...

False? (not quite right, I think)

Three crows dancing in a sacred manner Two crows crowd a roadkill rabbit One crow wonders how his ancestors ate Before the night hunting BMW's came

Queen, a poem is such a personal experience that it means, and should mean, different things to readers whose perceptions are uniquely formed by singular lives. To me, the trees are the poems, the bees the words. Bees and words go where they will. Some make honey some make trouble, others may rhyme ...

Queen, I think that it is about wanting to do amazing things with your life and the realization that your life is, itself, a thing so amazing that it should be impossible, like flipping a coin only to have it land on edge, or sailing around a star. Thanks for asking.

Loved this. It feels like loss. Maybe I'm reading something that you did not mean to say, but I heard it anyway.