Lay me down upon grass so sweet, Beneath these singing poplar leaves. For my bones cry lo, bring me home, I wish to feel this earth so green. Trickle of water carves through dirt, As we laugh at such gnarled roots so deep. Throw your worries upon this leaning fence, And chase me barefoot through … Continue reading Beneath A Poplar Tree- Michael Erickson
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THROWBACK FRIDAY: Chorus, By Donna Matthews
bursting wide eager to please us your white show reaching up serenading the blue sky warm wind the chorus © 2014-2020 – Donna Matthews The Shadorma poem is six lines with a 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable count. It can be composed with single or multiple stanzas. You can learn more about poetry styles here. Hey y'all, thanks … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY: Chorus, By Donna Matthews
THROWBACK FRIDAY: Truth-Telling Tree, By Donna Matthews
Check out this tree. It's a truth-telling tree. See her colors? The deep magenta, the rosy pink, and almost white. The truth she's sharing is about you and me. I think we all agree, our integrity important. Our yesses yes and noes no. The self we present to the world is known as whole and … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY: Truth-Telling Tree, By Donna Matthews
Angry North Winds by Donna Matthews
In honor of National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo), let’s play around with the various Haiku acceptable forms…a few key components of a haiku include a nature theme and a seasonal word. This morning, a random cold front blew into the Houston area taking our spring-like temperatures down into the 30s tonight. Our budding trees sit … Continue reading Angry North Winds by Donna Matthews
THROWBACK FRIDAY: Truth-Telling Tree
Truth-Telling Tree Check out this tree. It’s a truth-telling tree. See her colors? The deep magenta, the rosy pink, and almost white. The truth she’s sharing is about you and me. I think we all agree, our integrity important. Our yesses yes and noes no. The self we present to the world is known as … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY: Truth-Telling Tree
colors – Phillip Knight Scott
I love you as the night hangs gently from your brow, playing towards a twinkle, determined to turn your lips ( revealing the bliss meant for us) gentle red. I love you as the sea laps salty on the sand, receding waters smoothly cascading across the vast beautiful coastline before ebbing into blue. I … Continue reading colors – Phillip Knight Scott
Guest Barista Michael Erickson- Life Contained
I exist in a galleria of stone. Broken pieces place side by side, Jagged edges meeting smooth lines. There between a maze of solidified enigmas I pushed through, A living, breathing being. -M. E. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble … Continue reading Guest Barista Michael Erickson- Life Contained
