By J Ann Crowder
Deep thoughts, poetic thoughts. This is part of another poem I wrote a while back.
Love swoons inside a swallowing de… Skin lavishing skin, procuring a… A softness of warmth, a dance of m… Is this merely lust or is it deepe… Like silent songs on my ears with…
Of native words my tongue in Engl… I long to sail with caballitos de… To admire Mediterranean blue To sink into tides where beaches m… Architecture old as bristle coned…
I love this season, when cold clin… A soul of spring tides await a bli… I long for this season sprung of l… Mother Earth gives of love as a r… I parade in her gift
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
A wolf follows me, his musky, onyx… He’s always there, with a simperin… I envision his bite venomous, like… He is my fear trapped within, my d… His venom is the poison of thought…
I wish my pain gone, yet it lives… Tracing these lines, saturaturated… To sit with her, feeling shrouds o… To sit with her makes my heart swo… Where am I, but this place, bello…
I imagine I’m sitting On the edge of moons Seeing what is to become My future If only we could see what befalls…
I beg seas to whisper to me, calm I bed trees to teach me, walk I beg autumn to delight me, transf… I beg summer to warm me, heaven I beg spring to renew me, resoluti…
A season of airy hycinths and violets danced as we beheld discovery and sweetness within a genesis of life A juncture, wild and spellbound by heat; we reached balmy shores, after journe...
Set clocks forward Ring all the bell chimes Like morning alarms jump starting… This is how morning glory sings Lifting up earth’s magic within fr…
A lily folds in upon dusk til a br… Her grace tilts towards brightest… Gracefully tipping, her milky tide… Lily, grace Fair; drunkin in sun hues and morn…
A thunder and lightning's dance st… Life moving swiftly, like drifting… ’Tis the luster of a barren wilder… Thus, she dreams of what hides wit… Dashing to corners strewn by unpav…
Falling water of Gods, sculpted o… A swirl of turquoise glacier carvi… A sense for clarity of thought A continuous being A hopeful vision
Ah, a transient, elusive wind—movi… Oh, how I wonder from whence and… Warm Hot Cold
Beneath our feet abides real, tang… Soil is layers deep and over our h… It is God’s silent Promenade So much truth is abiding therein Truth in a warm light hugging our…