Sorrel Poems - Poems about Sorrel

... I walk through the glade colour enlightens me- in my mind's eye abstractions rainbow my persoective The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow s......Read the rest...

...Mural Musings the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta, shadowing the speckled sallow saffron a bluish buff upon the cochineal; brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain citrine carnation as ......Read the rest...

...the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta, shadowing the speckled sallow saffron a bluish buff upon the cochineal; brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain citrine carnation as the fallow flax......Read the rest...

...The haibun can be a standard(where haiku etc follows the prose) or afterword (where prose follows the haiku) or prose envelope (prose para haiku,para) verse envelope(haiku......Read the rest...

...colourful Flags of the Caribbean Flood Londons streets, Vibrations from the sound systems as they play their reggae beats smells of curry goat, and barbecued jerk chicken Fill the the air......Read the rest...

...Between the reaching shades of tall trees copper-leafed hillocks’ catch fire, ghost flames burnish the slow stealth of evening. A translucent straw-light seen only through the thumb hole of ......Read the rest...

...the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta, shadowing the speckled sallow saffron a bluish buff upon the cochineal; brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain citrine carnation the fallow flaxen......Read the rest...

...the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta, shadowing the speckled sallow saffron a bluish buff upon the cochineal; brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain citrine carnation as the fallow flax......Read the rest...

...It’s that time of the year when the shimmering lights come alive. It’s Christmas time...Joy… peace and happiness in our homeland Jamaica. The smell of mom baking the fruit cake with all the ......Read the rest...

... I Remember when days were long and all de children do is play, or how de burnin sun hot like fire and snow cone all melt away when I was jus a lad in Trinida......Read the rest...

...Loved Their Coast the Most always perfect host you could hear them brag and boast loved their coast the most around waves (rock) would curl at the same time it did whirl see it start to swi......Read the rest...

..."You drown not by falling in a river, but by staying submerged in it.” A gentle mist billows above the man-made pond that spawns a rippling sorrel-dusky brook that ebbs and widens as it beco......Read the rest...

...In the midst of fiery crises I miss cool, shady oases O, Fountain, spring forth your fresh water revive my land to evergreen O, Abdim's storks, will you perch my neem? O, white-feather, flaunt......Read the rest...

...There's crimson on the trees, And gold against the blue. Clouds float across the sky, Above the colored roof. The green still hangs on pines, Though winter pulls leaves down. Trample them, st......Read the rest...

...A lone Nile felucca threads a path through a sorrel haze. Morning tea outside the Winter Palace. A Turkish cigarette mulling my wine. The waiter is Nubian. He whistles a Cairo melody as he sweeps......Read the rest...