The world has turned and left me spinning time is thinning and I am alive. I long to live in the clouds, my mind a head of me among the billowing blanket of puffy cumulus, a misty mystic world, delicate and wet hinting at gray but not turning, only pulpy white. But mostly the soft … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY – Clouds – Phillip Knight Scott
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Awash in serendipity – Phillip Knight Scott
I Nothing but serenity, or perhaps the full force of the sun softly rising amid dew-covered grass as I revel in reverie where dreams unfold in reverse – revealing a beginning while the real world waits. II I saw the magic ( if such things exist ) appear as the warmth of two arms engulf … Continue reading Awash in serendipity – Phillip Knight Scott
Give Me Imperfection- Michael Erickson
Give me your imperfect hands, Gnarled from years of molding this land. Full of wrinkles and valleys of age, Always held with kindness unstated. Sculpt the beauty of our mortality, Show me inbound forms of vitality. Laugh with mouth upturned in mirth, Show me how much you think you're worth. Let me touch your aching … Continue reading Give Me Imperfection- Michael Erickson
Wistful, Watchful, Hopeful Dreamer- Michael Erickson
Wistful, watchful, hopeful dreamer, Sitting still while mind does linger. Never thinking of faulted limits, Always reaching while no thought inhibits. Heart worn upon a sleeve of color, Ignoring a world that pleads, "grow duller." Stretched as taught as bowstrings strung, Wishing for far reaches flung. Wistful, watchful, hopeful dreamer, Do not listen while harsh … Continue reading Wistful, Watchful, Hopeful Dreamer- Michael Erickson
Call Me By A Name- Michael Erickson
Call me by a name, Clear ringing in the air. For I am lost, Between fading light and shadowed tree. Long have I wandered through this world, Whispering to the leaves. Now I stand within your reach, More than a suggestion of thought. Bring me back from thin air, Calling me by my name. Michael … Continue reading Call Me By A Name- Michael Erickson
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By Charles Robert Lindholm Poetry = Wordsmithing about Nature's beauty Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
Walk with Me- Michael Erickson
Walk with me down this dusty lane, Where sentinels line our footsteps. We two souls as young as blades of grass, Washing against trunks of generations. Whisper into the evening air, While away this existence with me forever. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his … Continue reading Walk with Me- Michael Erickson
Finding Tranquility- Michael Erickson
How I long to be away from this tiring world, Unplugged from the sea of other people's lives. I wish to hear only a whispering wind, Carrying bird song and babbling streams. Help me breathe the dust of the city, Out of my crackling lungs. Fill me with the smell of fresh grass and lilac, … Continue reading Finding Tranquility- Michael Erickson
Hush Now- Michael Erickson
Hush now be still. Listen to the wandering wood. Bend with a whispering wind. Feel the longing of our tilting world. With a languid finger trace the rippling water. Connect to what is and forget all that is left. A road of shifting green lays before you. Take these steps into the wide open world. … Continue reading Hush Now- Michael Erickson
Betwixt Our Love – Michael Erickson
Here we find our common boon, betwixt the sinking sun and rising moon. Across this mirror upon a Raven's back, our eyes behold what we both lack. For we are two forged from the same mold, smashed upon rocks of deepest gold. And as two worlds quietly collide, our lips just touch as bodies glide. … Continue reading Betwixt Our Love – Michael Erickson
