Don't ask me what triggered this...but it seems it has been lurking around for a bit waiting to get out.
Have a super day..
Hugs, Trish
Filaments of human dandruff drift aimlessly to ground,
While filters of fabric, glitter without making a sound,
And watchful landlords grasp a minute before the hound,
Bringing gluttony to self-indulgence, hidden, until found.
Wayward animals succumb to tragedy, death to them all,
Frailties, fractured into catechistic wonder before the fall,
Clamouring desperately, walking stooped instead of tall,
Inheritance stunted blasphemy, sirens not heeding a call.
Monochromatic nightmares, a world so long gone astray,
As restless souls beckon, the brightening of a new day,
And soldiers stand with weapons long rusted with decay,
Before, a beautiful new sunshine brightens up this way.
Major League ballplayer Justin Moore is kidnapped from his own ballpark and transported to a foreign land. It might take high-level international negotiations to free him. Or maybe he will take matters into his own hands.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Love tinka
Eileen^
This is so powerfully done: the words, the rhyming, the meter...all are absolutely perfect! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D