Sharp Edge Of Night (with audio) Sharp edge of night eviscerates the day spewing dark o’er the land keeping light at bay Night exerts full reign beneath its haughty crown extinguishing signs of life across the forlorn town With curtains drawn the ritual begins and day succumbs to nighttime’s whims —— Linked to dVerse Poets […]
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Light Pillar Volcanic magma emitting fiery glow shaped and filtered by Mount Etna’s caldera reflecting off ice crystals high above the night air This serendipitous rendezvous between a hemorrhaging earth and vaporous atmosphere illuminated without sun creating a pillar of light against a sky so fair —— Image: Light Pillar over Volcanic Etna, Image Credit
Maggie May of Barcelona Entranced I was by Maggie May Educating me the Mediterranean way How many before me I cannot say Belonging to her this late September day Her gracefulness beyond beguiling Beneath Barcelona sun I’m smiling Careening forward with water slicing Billowing spinnaker provides the icing —— I asked the captain how the
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Alabama Nights Moonrise through the pines immediately reunites me with a former place and time Vision deeply etched in memory like the well-worn groove of a favorite record album Foothills of the Appalachians where it is easy to succumb to nature on those tranquil Alabama nights —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille #135:
Echo of My Heart moving outward from its source drifting westward like the sun soaring skyward beyond the clouds bouncing downward reversing course never wayward on this voyage rearward path poignantly traversed returning inward somewhat diminished always the steward of my being this awkward echo of my heart —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub —
Becoming Cheyenne (a true story) William Rowland loved the land and the Cheyenne woman Sis Frog. He married her west they went searching for their peace. Warm acceptance on the Tongue River Reservation helped their family thrive. William assimilated into his new tribe, taking a stand, he became Cheyenne. —— Image: Cheyenne Indian and Son
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Tranquility tranquility is the state I seekthat gratifying level of consciousnesswhere all fear and doubts vanishcalmness propagatesalong mesmerizing streamssoothing the bumps of my beingflowing waters of meditationsmooth the rough edges of the daythat is all I seek —— Image: Bridge Over Afon Colwyn in Beddgelert, Caernarfon, Wales. Taken by Ron Rowland Sep 6, 2018. Note:
Blues Hall Juke Joint Down there on Beale Streetis a joint you need to knowwhere they play the Delta Blues‘til you hurt down to your toes Some nights thoughthis juke joint is rockin’just come right on inthere’s no need to be knockin’ —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille:#131 – with Brain Miller, where
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Curiosity Opens The Mind I’m trying to remembera time whenit got the best of metry as I mightI can’t recallwhen curiosityconvinced me to fleecall me curiousor call me braveit’s a trait that educatesand allows my mind to see —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille:#129: A Curiosity of Poems, where De Jackson is hosting tonight
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Wabbits Wound Here “My name is Elmer Fudd, ssshhhhh….be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting wabbits! Have you seen a wabbit wun by here? Yes? Next time you should gwab it! I know he’s wound here someplace. I’m gonna catch that wascally wabbit, and end this scwewy chase.” —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille:
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