By J Ann Crowder
Deep thoughts, poetic thoughts. This is part of another poem I wrote a while back.
Love, I dare not let in, my soul I dare not let escape, because I have been dashed to a million little pieces before A shattered glass, once so vibrantly clear as a still Lake frozen li...
Tattered and worn, elegant still,… Antique lace, like circled doilies… Waxy, porcelain pearls adorn you a… Above my head I save my each trea… You dance with sky walkers and dre…
Seeing true an otherworldly Watchful eyes—peering oracle An unblinking methodical Nigh—dusk awakens night’s kingly Tending ruler of eventide
Sakura—a sacred wisp of cherry blo… She is dressed in sanguine grace;… Arrayed in dresses of spring tide… A Somei Yoshino—weeping, billow o… We trace our lives to her edges of…
I could smell rain saturating air,… As I sat on my concrete porch—its… As my heart quickened, I could se… I envisioned him looming in the pi… His beady eyes of black beckoning…
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...
I sleep beside the river side; of… She is the Buffalo River, gently… I witness her truth as I listen b… Damp trees lie quiet and still; fo… Light gleams upon each leaflet abo…
Through a vision of the past I’m looking at little hands restin… I’m holding him more gently than… In a moment bringing me my greates… He is so small and fragile
Oh, those whimsical movements insi… Dancing with wind piped songs, as… Like a mold glued together by eart… Thus my mind’s array blossomed upo… Earth gave her wings—spell binding…
The inner me is never simplistic I am filled with miraculous wonder… My eyes lift as open windows, reve… Evil no longer conceals its naked… I rise through timbers burning wit…
On the Bedouin of soul fire I wri… Therein lays my heart, my mind, my… Like dipping lilacs on brimming la… The page, a blank-blackness above,… A pen’s aphotic dance dwells on wi…
In trial we struggle like the last leaf dangling by her last weakening fibers, holding onto the vine with her last strength. Little do the leaves know how they burst with fire, igniting...
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…
She hangs on my wall—a maiden of… To death she sailed away whilst wr… her hair, like spindled gold spun… She sings her mournful song with m… Her touchless dalliances rest insi…
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…