Summer's Grip Releasing is #15 in this collection I'm calling, very simply, 100+ Poetic Forms.
Rebirth. Such a familiar word upon a page or in conversation. One that speaks of embracing change and finding resolve. But rarely is the collapse spoken of that must precede the reformation. It’s not until one experiences a fall that change takes root and life grows. All around us the earth trembles, fires rage, winds … Continue reading Rebirth- Michael Erickson
deeds of derring-do to boogie or to ballet commanding moments unleashing borders cautious thoughts as time returns waiting without end © Eugenia Hoffman Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for Eugenia to follow her dreams by doing things she enjoys…spending … Continue reading Egos forgotten – Eugenia
The Symbiotic Life is #14 in this collection I'm calling, very simply, 100+ Poetic Forms.
a sultry summer filled with love, acquainted forever memories of lasting moments with the vastness of the universe and rhythm of the celestials as they guide us through the night My attempt at Golden Shovel Poetry, created by Terrance Hayes. Take a line (or lines) from a poem you admire.• Use each word in the … Continue reading September moments – Eugenia
Sometimes I walk along these shores, And dream of hearing dragon song. The world seems so dark and forsaken, In the harsh reality of daylight. I long to find a forgotten hole, Into which I could fall into another world. If only this world could stretch and bend, To accommodate the far reaches of my … Continue reading Rising Imagination- Michael Erickson
Sit upon a veranda green, And drink in the morning light. Wherever you are in cities deep, Or in mountains far from the maddening crowd. Breath in the daylight hours, And remember your place upon this good earth. Take a bit of rosemary upon the way, And taste sweet anise with your tongue. Delight in … Continue reading Pleasure In Simplicity- Michael Erickson
Writing a Golden Shovel Poetry Form from Henry David Thoreau's Journal, Dec 20, 1851 - The trees indeed have hearts.
calming of summer neath a mellow yellow sky clouds drift lazily crickets sing and swoon winking at the Full Corn Moon stars spill their secrets morning glories yawn rising sun la marmalade autumn in-between © Eugenia Hoffman Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally … Continue reading Summer farewell – Eugenia
We are all looking far and wide, For something better than what surrounds us. Between mountains high and valleys deep, Our hopes glide free as open sails. Each mind is a hope-filled bearing vessel, Waiting to plant rich seeds upon a chosen shore. Some run aground with hopeless thoughts, While others sink beneath waves where … Continue reading Searching For Paradise- Michael Erickson