As I mentioned in a previous post, I’m writing a poem a day during December, in honor of friends and fellow bloggers, using their username, blog title, tagline, and/or poetry, as the source of inspiration. I’ve decided to call my collection “December Daydreams”. Since I adopted the idea from Tara Caribou, I think it’s only fitting that she’s the first inspiration in my series. I highly recommend you visit Tara’s site! Continue reading “December Daydreams 01 – “Ink in Her Veins””
I used to feel like I needed to be inebriated
even to whisper your name.
In truth, you broke my spirit,
ripped me at the seams until I unraveled.
Through blackbirds and rain songs,
I stumbled through the night,
howling words like a madman
practicing witchery or voodoo. Continue reading “Introspection”
After reading Tara Caribou’s post today, I’ve decided to commit myself to writing daily during the month of December. I haven’t written new content every day for the last few years, so it’s going to be a challenge. Not only will I be writing on a daily basis, but I’m adopting Tara’s incredible idea to use fellow blogger’s “User Name, Blog Title, Tagline, or poem” as a prompt. I’m doing this as a way of showing you my appreciation and that I’m thankful for the bond we share through our writing. Continue reading “A Poem A Day During December”
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As the golden sun cast soft light on her body, she was a sapphire stream that curved through the dense forest of my life. She was my sanctuary. I drank from her waters as a man dying of thirst.
#vss365 # micropoetry #sanctuary
Day by day, night after night,
her words sprint through my veins,
as brontides buzz beneath seismic skin,
breaking through a heart once bruised.
The low hum of her whisper pulls me close,
as I find myself caught in lunar tides,
pulled to secret places; she is the moon. Continue reading “She is the Moon”
Take me to the hills and open my eyes
as pain amplifies in Autumn rains,
terrified by the monster inside of me,
stuck in the void far too long. Continue reading “Battered Bones”