Never from flowers
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 (second stanza) You are not a mirror where reflected, I,can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored loveor honeysuckled dusk, never soft as dew; but […]
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 (second stanza) You are not a mirror where reflected, I,can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored loveor honeysuckled dusk, never soft as dew; but […]
When the flower moon turns its pale face to the evening dusk, the sun has barely set. Black-birds still holler and the scent of bird cherries fills the May twilight. […]
When we got closer to the sea we saw how the chill of winds over water had made the spring progress a little slower. We felt like gaining back some […]
As deep within the folds he finds her luscious nectar to devour until she wither she might bind but then he leaves for younger flower Shanyn runs dVerse Poetics today […]
in the garden thread in Buddha’s footsteps – scent of flowers — Linked to Carpe Diem — October 13, 2013
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly