The word for the quadrille today is “troll” or any variation or arrangement of it somehow in your poem.
Depression is an ugly thing that turns life the dullest grey no games to play, no songs to sing then you look at me and say “I see your true colors and you’re beautiful like a rainbow you are the brightest of the trolls”
The mix of salt and pepper skies which brings the warmth of spring can make the spiritsing and the heart swell to life But cloudy days are chill with winds that sting and bite but the pull still strong of the moon in bright song peeping through clouds so bashfully belies weather’s treacherous alchemy
What is the poetic hum in your life? What hums in the background of your life that inspires you as you unconsciously listen while you work and live? Is the drone always there or do you have to cultivate the inspiration?
We Are Poets
I sit at my desk and stare at my inbox how can this be my destiny to work for a living staring at cubicle walls and columns of numbers I am a poetContinue reading “We are Poets”→
Up today on Tuneful Tuesday – poetry inspired by some of my favorite songs: Gypsy. Yeah, you could say I’m a Stevie Nicks fan. Awesome songs, awesome voice, awesome personality. Need I say more, the original urban gypsy.