Day: May 1, 2020
‘Oh’
If I told you
how much
I want you
desire you
ache for you
yearn for you
long for you
need you
to belong to me
body and soul
then your eloquent lips
would form
a perfect circle
as you say
‘Oh’.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not one of my new ones, but I ratherlike it. Perhaps you will too.
Art by Mihail Korubin Miho
Life comes to life – Eugenia
when smiling sunbeams saturate my world
playful shadows take to the dance floor
raucous music assaults the air
the magical-induced mood
slows stagnant emptiness
tunneling brightness
through window panes
marmalade
sunny
sweet
© Franci Eugenia Hoffman
A gander at me –
I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to follow my dreams by doing things I enjoy…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry, and encouraging others to pursue their goals. My writing and creative endeavors can be found at my blogs, Eugi’s Causerie and PoetryPalette, where I have gathered a following of kindred souls who share my passion for writing. I have authored Fanciful Delights and Mama, me and Mother Nature. I am also a published author on Spillwords.
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“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles…
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Life of Illusion
There was a time we were all
Living a life of clouded illusion,
Believing we were invincible super humans
Where nothing could touch us or alter our existence
Now in this age of Corona, that life seems so far away
For this vicious disease infects us all in unique ways
Yet from this horror, nature has been
Given a reprieve from our constant destruction
And our life of illusion is shattered
Along with our rose colored glasses
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: April 2020 Days 26-30This is (almost) The End
Today’s Quote
The hottest places in hell
are reserved for those who,
in a period of moral crisis,
maintain their neutrality.
~ Dante Alighieri ~
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every miracle needs a hand
when fire comes in the night
without a miracle in sight
each day we make our plan
what is painfully clear
in all the time you
you have known me dear
the thing that you did not understand
that we have no choice
but to go forth and fight
every miracle needs a hand
The Morning Dream
When in the wee hours you’ll wake up puzzled about the dream that just crossed your heart,
blurry image of our love will appear like some vivid imagery,
and though your mind may detest,
it will neverfade,
and will echo with a distinct gruff
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Faith in Seeds – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
I live as gardener
to your dreams yet to come
listening for the tender seeds
sprouted new or just planted warm
reminding you not to step on
fragile seedlings behind your feet
kneeling to show you their worth
weeding away your anxiety
clearing the way so you can see
small beginnings still there
offering gentle reminders
to look for new tips breaking ground
and compare them to last week’s arrivals
assisting with watering
during these times of drought
while waiting for blossoms together
© Alicia Grimshaw 2020
FREE VERSE REVOLUTION Prompt #5 Saplings
Making Her Own Path – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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“The moment in between what you once were, and who you are now becoming, is where the dance of life really takes place.” Barbara de Angelis
Making Her Own Path
Alone at last
she heard again the
whispered invitation
and took off her outer self,
dancing a conversation
of physical grace,
an exquisite ritual
formed of something
deep within,
making her own path
along an ordinary course.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Reluctant Poet 