Razor’s Edge An unseen blade, the slender tool Binding life within its thrall The razor slices everything Creating two worlds’ wall One world progresses forward bound Written by science’s scrawl The other drifts through tangles webs Where magic’s trusses fall Two worlds blinded, numb to their scar Beneath daylight’s blinding pall But dreamers briefly shift…
Did We Survive the Day
Hello, did we survive the day?
Oh, my friend, it’s too soon to say
For dreams and visions still abound
A quiet mind I’ve not yet found
Oh, my friend, it’s too soon to say
For dreams and visions still abound
A quiet mind I’ve not yet found
Silken Strands
April is National Poetry Month and this is the final week. I’ve been posted a poem once a week this month and it’s time for the final entry… or is it the end? This week’s entry is called “Silken Strands.” How strong is your will?
Dragon Scales
April is National Poetry Month! I love poetry and want to celebrate the month so I'll be posting a poem on my blog at least once a week this month and perhaps beyond. This week's entry is called “Dragon Scales.” What are they worth to you?
Gift to the Depths
April is National Poetry Month! I love poetry and want to celebrate the month so I'll be posting a poem on my blog at least once a week this month and perhaps beyond. Here is this week's entry “Gift to the Depths.” What would you send?
Steps
April is National Poetry Month! I love poetry and want to celebrate the month so I'll be posting a poem on my blog at least once a week this month and perhaps beyond. Take a moment to read this week's entry, “Steps.” When moving is all that is left.
Mist Glen Moon
Come walk hidden from the sun Wrapped within this misty night Where the shiver of a leaf Is a whisper in the rounds That upon the cradle’s walls In hushed revelry rebounds The Alseas song throughout Here beneath the moon’s invite For flitting through deepening veil The dreaming moonlights taking Bright murmurs from the mist…