Best Flecked Poems

One winter’s day we walked in snow
as twilight kissed the sky.
And though it was so long ago
I still try not to cry.
I think about the...

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Golden-flecked bliss   
of enraptured blown-kiss   
stardust bestrewn   

beguiling skies   
bespangled sequin eyes   
shimmer in swoon...

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I'm named a willow tree and live in grace,
the whole of me distinctive in its shape.
My elegance well suits this lush landscape
of hillocks flung across...

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a charcoal canvas
flecked with the glitter drops of a painter’s brush
looms above the endless Midwest plains

white-gold illumination
devours my eyes as I gaze upwards. . ....

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I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn 
as dappled sunlight through my window shone 
Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn 
a masculine...

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Sheer poetry in motion with a picnic basket in hand 
Laughing brandishing a bottle as he lopes along the sand
His handsome features completely wreathed in...

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When I was a girl, still on the island
I’d sit in the sand
and brood
and revel
in what I thought was utter enlightenment
a teenage rebel
with dime-store refinement
We...

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The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly 
sparkling, as they fall, in felted-light they bloom. 

Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned...

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It started with a sniffle one March morn’
When on my car that telltale film appeared
And I knew well this coat it had not worn
For overnight...

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"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly...

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Welcome to the Bijou

Sometimes the creepiest places are old.
There’s a smell to them of stale nicotine
and rancid oil.

The denizens are often as ancient
as the peeling...

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How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up...

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another typical day, with feet on the ground
  ordering the hedge to meet my image of trim
  many measured bits fall before the...

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Splendor of soft shoulders
caressed by sinking sun
Out my window the western slope
of the thick coated Rocky Mountains
Once upon a clear cold Colorado Chrstmas 
purple brushed...

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Watching old newsreels sadness washes over me 

Highstepping horses, gentle eyes transformed in fear 
valiantly charging under men that could not yield

Amid the noise of...

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