It’s not unknown, The tale about the four seasons, And the symbolism that each holds. So let’s start with the Queen of the Seasons – Spring, Spring Season symbolizes birth. True to its meaning, Nature blooms during this season. Then comes Summer, Breaking the door…

Fireflies could never be as loved as one small pixie, Nor have they light within their minds to fight with demon hordes, Though tales of lightning bugs are told through the land of Dixie, A tiny, flighty redhead’s shine is brighter, by all accord It’s…

Emoji Poetry – prompt contributed by Jennifer Faylor Look at these emoji versions of poems and write a poem by translating one of them back into verse. You can deviate from translating at any point if a poem takes off in a different direction, or write about…

Her breath laced with the taste of fear, lay  hidden beneath the rags, hoping hate didn’t reach out its cold fingers,  it’s ugly thoughts tainting her with  pregitious ,  hoping her leaves and roots   medicines  of earth, could save her from mans hunger , from…

Oh the seasons of the mind respond to each situation. Like the never-ending wave in total fluctuation.   Sometimes I’m riding so high then others I hit a low. I try sometimes to guess which way my mind will go.   But like summer, winter…

Dear Nani, I hope the days are passing by with peace and prosperity for you. I hope your days are filled with health and joy as you age. How are you doing since we last spent time with each other? I hear good things from…

You said that you wished we were real but we were, don’t you see? If we were not real, why does it hurt so? I don’t need to pinch myself to feel the pain to know that we were real. Two years and I still…

If I jump off here… Will you be there? If I fly away though this path… Will you join me on the journey?   If I jump off here… Will I land beside you? If I never see you again… Will you seek me forever?…

September Crisp air and apple cider reminds me of walks threw fallen leaves sweatshirts and hand holding around open fires so begins the cycle of my grieving. October Children chatter about costumes morning breath comes in puffs a coldness creeps into my smiles and close…

Oh, there are ups and downs in parenting! Each son and daughter gave me pride and tears Pride that swelled my heart and livened my step When I see some strength that grew from us — me? Tears against self — failing to do it…