By J Ann Crowder
Deep thoughts, poetic thoughts. This is part of another poem I wrote a while back.
Mild, soft, & a subtle wisp upon invisible fallen limbs. She was a perfectly pressed apron until her voice grew, igniting into a tall redwood tree, branches alluring, a strength yearnin...
Aye, a magic dust reflecting off i… A starry ring burns upon a night s… I barely touch her, like dreams al… An invisible clock chimes in many… Silhouetted earth shadows embark u…
I could smell rain saturating midn… As I sat on my concrete porch, dr… It's melodious tinkering on my roo… As my heart quickened, I could se… I envisioned him looming in the pi…
My pain is strong yet my heart tra… You hurt me! For too long a road I traveled in… I blamed me for too long as a song… It killed the pretty parts of me,…
You grow on sandy blankets, like s… You dip toward a sky’s dotted and… You soak beneath heaven’s lampligh… Stars bow to your gaze and a dry,… You are an oasis of pungently swee…
Enchantments of a mystic deep Fabled creature of sea A veritable truth she keeps ’Tis a voice of larks’ glee In rippling shoals of wavy blue
Look! Yonder tree, disillusioned, and perplexing in her masked beauty Her, plight mangled by dotty roads ’Tis an expanding snare, growing s…
To this be true, with thine heart Live always for a rose’s breath up… Live for hands gentle and voices c… Live for kind words dancing with c… To warm lips and admiring eyes be…
Balance is a sacred seed planted w… She does not erode harmony She clings to a relinquishing of f… Her perceptions ever so precise, b… She summons truth, never diminishi…
A song, not sought, intruding Robbing my fairy dust–my happy tho… A song, stomping loud and robust u… She hovers over me, a dancing bonn… What a blue, warm haven she is upo…
•From the genus Betula; (Betula a… I enjoy a quacking aspen, a larch,… Yet, none I enjoy more than a Bet… ’Twas nightly moons gleaming-away,… Serenity, amongst a scurry of nigh…
Lost in this ocean, where all my dreary doubt thus commences. Lost in this sea, waiting for Lily’s tide. To enchanting bays I follow. Lost in this bay. I plead upon bruised knees for a...
How do I love myself? I find myself—bleeding heart and r… I sing to my heart, yearning to st… Torn—I long to mend her broken sk… I long to stitch my soul back into…
Falling water of Gods, sculpted o… A swirl of turquoise glacier carvi… A sense for clarity of thought A continuous being A hopeful vision
Ophelia, infamous, painted maiden of histor… Fair, by her ebony hair and chiseled bro… Delightful,