Our journey on this sphere is limited in time. Cliché, yes, but true. I think so much about life and its ending now that I am old enough for a senior discount. Some say– “I won’t write to her, let our sister be alone. She…

Our Christmas memories show that we were happy, We grew up with the most loving story we knew, being that of Christmas – of a baby born to fulfill a promise made eons ago to universal ancestors I cannot possibly know at all. In my…

The lovers took to the mountain and lay under the sun in the grass, his hand on her thigh. She said, I cannot surrender a gift so precious but this memory will be yours to keep. She laid his hand on her breast. The sweet…

I wanted to try a Golden Shovel poem from an earlier prompt tonight. I happened to do this one, also on loss. From W.B. Yeats – When You Are Old “But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you”     The weather was always…

Sitting upon this knoll, I am awe-struck; How fleeting our days float by. To eternity’s eye, a lifetime is merely a lonely breath, a single raindrop meandering through the clouds, a snail pacing its time until darkness closes;              …

Quote for The Golden Shovel form: “theres a dance in the old dame yet” from don marquis’ archy and mehitabel by now you really ought to know theres ways and means to this getting along a willingness to dance when it may turn out wrong…

Before Darkness (a golden shovel poem, with respect to William Carlos Williams)   I can’t say it was a surprise so Why was there so much I didn’t know? I guess it depends On why I did it. The mystery upon which I’ve based my…