By J Ann Crowder
Deep thoughts, poetic thoughts. This is part of another poem I wrote a while back.
Fawning from distances locked with… A mystic fire ignites, ever warmer… ‘Tis depth in his stare, as his cl… To dancing trees, as spring deligh… As seeds of earth bud, mossy flowe…
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
These moments, I love, in tranqui… Ever a dream rising in life’s blis… Dreams may weigh heavy in our long… Such heaviness leaves us distraugh… Yet, there is no need for hopeless…
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…
She is a daunting precipice—a parc… Like mystical midnight stars reach… Such is a musing whale leaping fro… This is where earthly tapestries m… Upon entering such throngs she is…
Sorrow exists in his timely manner, his fashioned grip, his foreboding entanglements Realms of sorrow snatch this heart of joy, wilst in my servitude to emotions he thrust me into an ab...
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...
Enchanted, he was, lost within the… Like notes dancing across parched… She forms sweetest nourishment of… Turned ravenous delights within ma… To brightest escapes
Today was dawn as chirping birds p… Yellow, blue, and corn husked in c… Their’s was a fast and fleeting be… Today was dawn as butterflies skir… Shadows slowly became erased by hi…
Sweetest, beryl briars and boreal… An intertwining weald and tangled… Moons shine a teal fire, like a sh… Opaque winds leap off chilled, sno… A sylvanwood, dark and obscure, wi…
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…
2 bear stops, of grizzly grey and… Mamma Black, and cubs, enjoying a… Geysers bubble; pressure ignited Hot boiling dew rises as bison tak… Springs run hot
Sometimes I'm a bellowing slump—I… Addicted to tears as I grapple my… I paint myself as an addict to dar… How my heart quickens with my tear… I feel my breath hastening, runnin…
My children’s laughter rushes insi… Thus leaving each corner of my sou… When their laughter sings to my ea… I bloom, stretching wide my palms…
(He), a CORE Brightly spinning golden—summoning… An eternal destiny Harnessing strength in sacred nobi… Wisdom