Susurrating Poems

BY THE WATER”s EDGE

Wanton Willows weave athwart the weir
Wishing the while to wind
Their winsome wands that whelm
And wrest the writhing water way 

Meandering in a mazy motion
Moved in misty morn
While wily waders wield 
Sharp weapons on unwary Walleye

The river slides...Read More

I'm walking in the mountain range of Urayoán
Under the massive umbrella-shaped Ceiba tree;
The sanctum where the Taíno chief bravely walked.

The tree looks bright with a virescent hue of life; 
Full of strength, an imposing specimen to behold,
It witnessed the struggles...Read More

A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of the frigid Winter floor, 
Stirring...Read More

Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between my bedroom windowpanes.

I try to...Read More

     I've heard the sweet echos
                      Of the
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Walking, shrouded by the echt loneliness of reality,
I lost my gaze in the uniformity of chaos.
Souls in slumber, malinger around with an ever dying goal in sciamachy,
Rebellious against the fallacy within our Ethos.

As I stepped across these vast edacity of...Read More