Archive for August, 2011
The Season of Our Love | Poem | Sonnet
Summer is winding down and I was inspired to write another poem that thrusts the four seasons together with love for another mash-up sonnet… The Season of Our Love Summer wanes like a fading ocean tide Autumn will flood and then forge its retreat Leaving [Read More]
The River’s Mist | Sonnet
My latest poetry submission, this sonnet, was inspired by some very beautiful words I read somewhere. Knowing where I read those words isn’t nearly as important as seeing what I felt because of those words. Inspiration is out there, floating around- all anyone needs [Read More]
Yes, I Am Watching the Sunrise
My third published poem in a week is again not a sonnet, hell, I wouldn’t know what to call this except another foray into an emotion uncovered and played with while I watched the sun come up a few days ago… Yes, I am Watching the Sunrise Yes, I am watching the [Read More]
The Valerian & The Priest
Stina de Borinyone Angelica had been with me for quite some time now, it was a harmless thing really, well not really that harmless. And what harm their was, as usual was most definitely not in that way you might surmise. She was a young woman, a Valerian, tall, and lithe, [Read More]
Our Oak
Though this is no sonnet, it is still poetry awash with the the emotion of love… Our Oak Under an oak atop a small mountain Is where our hearts shall e’er play As our love will flourish every day The nights will keep no angry stain The onslaught of [Read More]
Our Freedom | Sonnet
I have had many comments on my sonnets that end up with ‘Who are you writing these for’, or ‘That is one lucky girl’, or ‘She better know what she has in you’. These are written for no one to speak of- they are results of me finding an [Read More]
Full Circle
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Full Circle In the dawn of the morning, she takes his hand She slides her body over his ready to take her stand Her sensual desire controls her mind Her graceful body responding in kind Her sweet lips melt against his flesh As their bodies begin to meld and mesh She rides [Read More]
