Please enjoy this moment of satire in quarantine from a writer’s perspective. Cheers, y’all.
Tag Archives: poetry
Trellis (a poem)
I looked to the past To see a future Coming back to the hill as I did Vision restored Last day An empty place Midst the horror that is COVID-19 No goodbyes Just as well Silence increasingly rare Still but for the restlessness in me A quiet parting at The trellis, my favorite feature UnassumingContinue reading “Trellis (a poem)”
Blog N’ Vlog Update: Exciting News!!!
BONUS: I read the opening sentence (not an excerpt) to my first erotica short story, The Client, as a thank you for all the views on YouTube!!!
Where Souls Meet (a poem)
You were in the most beautiful dream We said our goodbyes on that Golden plane Where souls meet Saying what we could not Embracing as we could not With our bodies Back on earth I’ll say no more You were there PS – I’ve never posted from the mobile app before. If the formatting isContinue reading “Where Souls Meet (a poem)”
Break (a poem)
When you remember your heart is a muscle not fragile, spun glass finally will you understand the strength of it Not a vault Not a prison but an origin a fount a source of passion, love, longing, dedication Nothing so valuable so driven could be be contained by anything so brittle Who could want suchContinue reading “Break (a poem)”
Beautiful Creature (a poem)
You absolute beautiful creature Perfect as you are Wild hair back straight easy gait Shy smile crooked tooth open, unafraid gaze Nothing else to do just you being you We should all take a page from your book Just need to check if I have any blank pages left Beautiful Creature (a poem) by ChristinaContinue reading “Beautiful Creature (a poem)”
Writer’s Lift Wednesday #3
Supporting fellow writers, poets and persons random.
Poetry — Perpetually Past Due
A re-blog. It’s the warmth of a summer sun pressing through and pouring between the gaps of illuminated tree leaves; it’s the peaceful, calming noise of pouring rain that trickles through gutter and pipe; it is imagery conjured into something more real than the spell of any grey-bearded sorcerer or maiden, mother, and crone. AttemptsContinue reading “Poetry — Perpetually Past Due”
