By J Ann Crowder
Deep thoughts, poetic thoughts. This is part of another poem I wrote a while back.
Blue forest cradled by mystic eart… Enchanted blue forest, rising from… In my dreams she awakes, wed to a… She is shadowed by kingly mountain… She is dotted by a lustrous tinge…
A magic rose A glass slipper With these please cloth me A poisoned Apple A thimble’s prick
I hastily write words—breezy, euph… They swim from my mind in colors b… All transform into a peticular sha… Betimes my words rain as a soft sp… Often my words spark and tumult li…
I imagine I’m sitting On the edge of moons Seeing what is to become My future If only we could see what befalls…
Where are those blossoming oceanic tides of magic sailing my moon-beamed wishes on waves of songs, words, ambitions & dreams no longer poisoned by mine own painful grip of doubt? Cast i...
Love is a mangled, dotty road with… Crooked is her path at times, surr… Love travels far, through her path… In patience, love finds heaven wit… Because, wherever darkness goes th…
I, so long for Shangri-la tides c… My heart's deepest whims thus desi… Therein I walk roads gold, herald… To paradisiacal earth, bound by 't… Jasper, jeweled by jade forests an…
Enmeshed in this pruning shrink of words playing verbiages, depreciating a beauty of mind, resounding inside my soul, shrinking me in size, diminishing all my inner soul songs wanting d...
I long to write my heart, and my soul’s magnitude; to release a heaven of words trapped inside! These words may laugh, get angry betimes, cry, love, or simply bask in their mere existen...
I’d like to stay awhile, gazing up… Savoring reds of apple crisps, ove… Summer’s fire has dimmed, welcomin… Streams are refreshened by an over… I’d like to stay awhile, basking i…
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…
Frost touches tree pines, as sun s… Near, are those fairy silver-sheen… Cold, this icy bend, illuminated b… Where lakes froze, and those spiri… All is genteel & kind—quiet as tho…
I found out my artery had torn I had a stroke Pain Dull Stabbing
*Fall is the breath of nature’s lo… Burgundy leaflets ignite A chilled crisp of dawn in Fall I… Candles, warm & musk, invite Warm beneath my grip is a tantaliz…
Starting anew With wishes and stars With new lives and living tabernac… With new shorlines glowing underne… A glimmer