Incarnadine
The platelets, plasma and hemoglobin that churn, With the petal folds of my heart to blossom a red rose, Making their own music of a gush that I discern, Thudding…
Won’t you write me a poem?
Won’t you write me a poem” I asked “Should I? What can I write when all I see is sunlight under your dark lashes, the curtains of midnight whispers. It…
Consecration
Ages have gone, millennia crawled, Time has been our witness to standing still, The tides have gushed and slapped us, Lapped us gently too! We could not stay insensitive to…
The Lone Eagle
Lone eagle, that hovers and soars, a speck in my eye, I long to be like you as you ride rough winds in the sky, And to dare in the…
