Whispers in the Twilight The purple hues blur the world As the sun sets in the west. A lazy sense of finality settles Like a mantle of time upon my shoulders. Turning the corner visions assault me. A bird chirps from a nearby tree. I look around expecting you to be Near enough-- I could … Continue reading Whispers in Twilight (1998)
Scent is a funny thing to me. It rules my memories With an iron fist of Haunting recollections. The incense burning on my alter Comforts and protects, Reminding me of days spent In the shelter of friendship. Ancient flavors and smells, Their temptation soothes and Wraps around me Like arms around a well loved Child. … Continue reading Scent is a funny thing… (2002)
Oh but the purple hues of sunset Bleed tendrils into the midnight sky. They urge us to dance beneath the stars Spinning, twirling, just you and I. Can you hear the drums? Does the beat of wings Keep time as your heart thrums… And as we dance, to a tune of our own The dust … Continue reading Oh the Purple Hues of Sunset… – (2008)
Let me carry the pack a while/Bear the burden, carry the weight.
The purple hues of twilight linger on the horizon, Reflecting off the ocean of rippling glass. I feel the energy of the magic moments between Day and Dusk Crackle gently along my skin. This is the moment where I am the very essence of myself. This is my soul. Hues of colour, vibrant purples, Regal … Continue reading Poetry Flashback: This is my soul (2004)
For a woman of words They come less easily to me When I try to tell you The many things on my mind. Willing them forth Brings only confusion. So, with impatient irritation I wait. I learn. I love.
Heightened warmth Reaches the essence Of the soul. Flushed cheeks-- And excitement-- Together with serenity, Contradictions, Confusions, And yet, a twinkling of understanding. 11\5\92