By J Ann Crowder
Deep thoughts, poetic thoughts. This is part of another poem I wrote a while back.
Many an Orchid ’tis fair and choi… Many anew, florid with rosy, blush… Betimes, simply bearing brightness… She is efflorescent and oft gently… We walk jungle cliffs overlooking…
Nor’easter stars weave a warm duve… Gale winds curl, sketching garland… A pale gust of steely blue awakens… Wintry trees outstretch their lank… Silent shadows stiffen and petrify…
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…
Sleepless, I am As a breathless, stainless night t… Noises of my house awaken My pillow is a rock beneath my res… Dreams awaite me, sifting through…
Dear Child, You are worth each penny lost, eac… If I but dress the earth with her… Quiet thy soul Wait patiently
Can you write me a song, or kiss m… Be close, love! Nigh, pressing to… Raw motion, striking stars of magi… Ephoric is your strong, feathered… Then, my heart ignites like sun gl…
I’m stuck! I thought and I thought, what am… Can I merely comprehend but a sli… Nature’s metaphor is a true teache… For by and by a storm rolls in; I…
An orchestrated dream of symohonic… Gliding feather flanked pens, like… A mind’s generating seeds of color… Stamping notes on pale paper; the… We are wordsmiths, beating life in…
You, my friend, my lazy elm Dipping into your depths of despai… Hanging down Slumped, pleading for hands of glo… Omnipotent hands
I dance with words, chancing a flow & rhythm ever moving, tapping, singing nonchalantly. I write onto this page, into my heart, transforming to verses echoing soul songs, releasing eloq...
Between my fingers(intertwined with a purity of touch; skin on skin) Between my lips(a joyful taste of heavenly, peachy nectar) My ears have spaces within them, where music travels the ...
Tears, golden tears Do not dread the world Release your embers of fear Rinse away thick silt and behold j… Hard mystic mountains never bend
Baby boy, you write essesnses of j… Tis’ truest melodies of love—joy s… No word to describe this feeling o… As your long awaited arrival has f… Our eyes gaze upon each other mome…
My bloodlines—strings on harps rip… Waves lifting—gone, soaked up by g… The bygones of waning moons, melte… My bloodlines stir compasses insid… To trees binding threads of vines…
She is a decorative spray of danci… A dulcet heart, dressed in petals… An immortal rose, suffused with wi… ’Tis warm and winsome—musky with s… She is an emblem—nature's adorning…