Poetry Partners #156 'Cars and bars', a poem by Charles of 'Oldageist' Rusty cars and smoke filled bars. A trailer house on the edge of town with a number on the mailbox, no name to be found. Open roads and wide open spaces, and always the urge to be in different places. I can’t say… Continue reading Buffalo roam, or: Heart is
The White Beach Hut, or: Normans Bay
A 'Minute Poem' The sun-Bleached porch is where She sits; Ripples transmit Forbidden Words; Sea-sounds; pert Birds; She gazes up at Haze Of blue; Love soars forth true; Solitude reigns Among sand Grains; And~ Locked away treasures Of shells Guarded by swells; God's Artless art Unlocks the Heart; “I gaze at circling gulls in a… Continue reading The White Beach Hut, or: Normans Bay
Sugar, or: Honey
Solitude, or: Loneliness
An abhanga EPIGRAPH: Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.-Paul Tillich (1886 – 1965) Solitude, glorious? That's weak consolation in dark isolation, dying, diseased. Solitude,… Continue reading Solitude, or: Loneliness
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