A flow of gold
Pentameter fragment — Like flowing gold they attach to the rock In just the smallest crack for survival Midsummer, a yellow explosion they flock A tool for nature’s annual revival
Pentameter fragment — Like flowing gold they attach to the rock In just the smallest crack for survival Midsummer, a yellow explosion they flock A tool for nature’s annual revival
Recovery (a sestina) —- My mouth is dry and filled with taste of ash I look inside and feel an inside drought Recall the sound of church bells chiming five […]
A yarling in the gloaming wood The dying cry of man in pain In twilight hark the scary drums A signal for the end of reign — The terror of […]
I see a reborn nature every year and every time I wonder and amaze Of light’s return and quench the hidden fear That darkness stays and hide the sunshine rays […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
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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