
“Internal Conflict, Eternal Enemy” by Candace Fong
right brain left brain
crease to crease contest
intuition takes on logic
faith is the referee
From my book Bullets from Bones
“Internal Conflict, Eternal Enemy” by Candace Fong
right brain left brain
crease to crease contest
intuition takes on logic
faith is the referee
From my book Bullets from Bones
“Corsica Sunset” by Leonid Afremov
sienna dusk folds itself
crumpling clouds along vast
orange seams briefly blazing
beneath the precipitous night
From my book Bohemian Scents
Book Illustration of Medieval Scriptorium
tallow tapers flicker weakly
midnight manuscripts laid down
on parchments and scrolls
libraries of dim inspiration
From my book Bohemian Scents
“Creation of Man” by Michelangelo – Sistine Chapel
by grace of God
I live and breathe
how well or ill
He leaves to me
From my book Bohemian Scents
“Inevitability” by Alan Brain
submit to the change
accept that the choices
were written in fiction
defiance profits no one
Empedocles 490-430 BC
atoms tremble within densest
matter pulling down unseeable
gravities through deniable spaces
scorning illusions of strength
From my book Bohemian Scents
“Day and Night” by Modern Art Prints
daylight dimensions blaze golden
draw life into relief
against endless darkness of
death in the night
From my book Bohemian Scents
“Solitary Dreamer” by Gordon Meggison
prose is a conversation
whereas poetry is prayer
tongue-tied masses left
mute in the cold
From my book Pieces of Wine
“Long Time” by Emil Nolde
rain scours intaglio sorrows
wind speaks nameless fears
lightning burns bereft hearts
thunder cracks open doom
From my book Pieces of Wine
“Terror” by unknown artist from India
(Regarding the terrorist attack in Nice)
birds surrender their song
to madness of murder
angels arrive on waves
kneeling in heartbroken agony
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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