Beeline branches clutch the stem left mute. Ringlets dress Auburn leaves, the asphalt burns my sweaty roots. Heavy rusted winds dilute, untrimmed trails push aside to deceive, beeline branches clutch, the stem left mute. Birds nestle, bunnies substitute tender holes flutter as I disbelieve, the asphalt burns my sweaty roots. Ringlets leak quondam bruit rugged... Continue Reading →
Amoungst the shadows of summer, young lovers whisper atop of the old oak tree. As the leaves sing with gleeful colors of yellow and red, they depart in their wake. Who once were young lovers yearning -- for that moment of faded love and sweet harmony echos within the old oak tree roots.
Day in, day out my trade enhances with each marked out word, ink stain, and diluted thoughts. My writing is like a tree each leaf a new fan, each ring a new poem, all growing strong. Hours spent making the defective poems, not yet has anyone burned my tree. I must be doing something right,... Continue Reading →