England glides in grace.
Heartfelt Oak and Sage herald
Its faery language.
English lightens weight,
Glides through fae-tinged tales to wake
Syllabic rebirth.
Categories:
tinged, culture, dream, england, fairy,
Form: Haiku
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….”
Robert,
You let the split remain unresolved,
and while we stand in awe,
staring at your crossroads
etched in gold and shadow,
do you ever wonder
what lay beyond the path
you did not take?
Even though you say,
“I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Did the road arch upward,
an unfamiliar melody on the wind?
Or did it tumble into brambles,
a half-forgotten warning?
Even now I see your boots----
Mud-caked, maple-tinged-----
pausing at the edge.
Here’s my advice, if you allow it:
Don’t linger too long
in the pondering.
Step once more
into the thicket, the gravel,
the unknown blaze of paths.
And when your pen hesitates,
push it further
to sketch the forest where both trails end-----
or perhaps where they entwine,
branches brushing like old friends.
Some questions don’t need answers,
but oh, how they crave
a different kind of wandering.
Regarding Robert Frost’s famous poem, ‘The Road Not Taken’.
Categories:
tinged, friend, imagery, imagination, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Third shift- early morning
three quarter moon
a skunk lifts its tail
flashing its shooter.
Rooting caffeine and cheap gas
this cluster of cops must be bored.
Staring at me like I'm going to rob the place.
Because of this ffin -yellow tinged mask-
Categories:
tinged, yellow,
Form: Free verse
make love to me in anger tinged with pain
for death is lurking near my soul to reap
the world is closing in, I can't keep sane
at time of death these thoughts alone I'll keep
of right to live my life, they will deprive
a darkness drenched in doom enshrouds my mind
make love to me and let me feel alive
there in your arms is where I solace find
Make love to me in frenzy's maddened pace
my body ravage now to match my soul
sear all from eyes except your angel face
Make love to me and try to make me whole
For death will come with lightening speed I know
What is this life? My thoughts are left to seethe
Rebellion pumps my heart and makes blood flow
make me forget the need to even breathe
Make love to me and let me die tonight
my final taste of life, let it be love
and should I meet with death by morning light
let starlight eyes then take me up above
Make Love to Me....
Eileen
There is no coping mechanism...
there is only fear....anger...and a desire to live.
Categories:
tinged, anger, life,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
the heart warms and then,
we are parting again,
love a little tinged by sorrow,
thinking by me,
we come back to see,
if old lovers might return,
yes tomorrow ...
Russell Sivey done did it again hey...
Don
Categories:
tinged, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
A difficualt path to traverse since
You've become accustomed to
the easy life
You'd better change or be left behind
The color violet
surrounds you
as you stroll down
pathways of light
No there is no easy
way
time to face the ever - present music
let the violet color warm your soul
you'll soon have to retreat
unless you're made
of
sterner
stuff than you appear to be
a thousand moons will pass overhead
in the end it's your decision
walk down the woodland path
or wait outside
the forest
for some unknown spirit
to carry you far, far
away
Categories:
tinged, angst, art, imagination, life,
Form: Free verse