I wonder....What tree is it? Is it the tree where whirlybirds n… or the tree where to hitch helicop… I see... now, you tell me... It is the Maple tree!
Her back could only bend so much..… 'neath him she braved the peril. Attached to the barrel Her grasp to such. Strength wavered,
By: Imrogue 'Twas a night when stars were not… The faint moonlight was emanating through breaches of dark clouds. A soft breeze rustled some leaves,
In the hallway, she sat in her cha… as if waiting for someone to ackno… The blank stare and weary look in… manifested long lived years. Her thin lips almost drawn to a sl…
Warm days of summer brought rain f… Wet shirts and trousers hanging at… Wild and boisterous laughters hear… Warm smiles of children at play... Wet and sweaty faces on display...
Hopscotch, bean bags, kick the can and Double-dutch Jack with stones
Saturday visit to the marina was a lovely reminder of yesterday… We were greeted with handsome craf… Each tide’s rise and fall lulled t… crafts like babes in cradles
In time, I leave my place... Detaching connection from the base… Pulling away is my norm To defy and not to conform. The 'wind witch’ is on the roll,
Christmas eve carolers sing from d… As children sing along by the Cap… Up above the balcony, lined up in… Christmas is here! Children’s smi… String bands paraded with pride—
What does inspire you? Is it the thought of someone who suffers from illness, from grief of misfortune, a lost love, a spell?
Cats’ nail-clipping’s quite intriguing. Precise cutting Lest be willing, you must be quick!
Abominable as it had been Accountable to the nature’s befalling tragedy... All lost and gained... love, joy and peace.
My heart beats in organized fleet, Perfect timing in every beat. It’s faster... lifted me to limere… Since you came to my senses! I will have to swear no pretenses.
A simple utterance was sweet, Spell binding and no conceit. Charmed by his presence, She gladly gave her acceptance To an Autumn Night Dance invitat…
Borrowed Time By: Imrogue In time, memories fade... but, I… Some memories may pain me and some… We are graced with borrowed time a…