Pose

Pose Little pods of seeds vying for procreation pose at each other Hour 21 @varenyas

Ode to Smith

You are the reason seasons of my life move sans treason. Had we not met; if you had not met me, and shared knowledge of God and the Bible, week-in, week-out for aeon, would make a different story. Wouldn’t have replicated the knowledge. Talk about…

Hour 21_ not an ode

I’ve been at this way too long am absolutely crowed Oh, why did they pick this hour to celebrate the ode? Earlier, by many hours, my words my form, they flowed But now the brain is foggy its more than slowed – it’s snowed. I’ll…

Solitude – Hour Twenty One

All alone in the quiet, while others are sleeping I sit and I softly reflect My life is so blessed, my heart filled with such pride For these blessings I’ve so much respect I am living a life I never thought could be With a…

Never Break Eye Contact

*sensual poem, a bit risque, 18+* I open the vast caverns of my soul and allow you in And watch your hooded eyes Shadowed by the moonlight Stare intently into mine I close my eyes, and you’re here And its real And I can trace…

Frozen Wheat

Seasons come and go Frozen wheat harvest sorrow Nature talks and breathe @Maritza – Hour Twenty-one