The Kiss (a poem)

Originally posted on ArmedWithCoffee.com:
Only moments known to them. Precious and fleeting. Moments here. Moments there. Two sets of eyes fixed. Signaling their unspoken truths. Warm smiles, issuing weathered conversation. Close and never touching. Weeks, months worth of such moments. Was all they had. Enough to see them through. Until the next moment. An…

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”